The details here are definitely dumb but carrying a little weed around hardly amounts to a “life decision”. He was in New York State so the penalties are low, the Nets aren’t going to cut him, nobody anywhere cares at all. He’ll be fine.

If you’re willing to be a maintenance man on call after hours, there are a lot of heads where you can live rent-free.

The assistant went straight to blaming the battery.  Questionable troubleshooting there given that the phone was obviously still powered on.

Handle checks out.

Also, as many on Twitter pointed out, that pizza looks more like it came from a frozen package than a pizzeria.

I’m in a childless couple and get asked this all the time. Personally it doesn’t bother me too much - in most contexts it’s just small talk and people don’t even care how you respond. It’s not like they’re really asking you about intimate health details or personal morals.

Theismann having to take that phone call does add insult to injury.

It’s silly to punch someone over a movie plot, but then again the victim was actively engaged in the production of Domino’s pizza so I only have so much sympathy.

Notably though, reports of verbal assaults during home games in the Wrigleyville area declined dramatically when John Lackey retired.

I don’t think Burger King is saying “meat eaters are bad” but could just be me.

The role I like here is the one played by the parents (or, in the Trump example, his various lackeys). Fully aware of both the painful awkwardness about to unfold, and the absolute futility of trying to talk grandpa into doing something else.

This is one of the main ways I know when I’ve landed on a shitty recipe - it says to cook the onions and garlic at the same time.

If you use Do Not Disturb after 10, why do you care if someone texts you after 10?

Pretty sure Katherine doesn’t believe that, given that she wrote “Maliciously spoiling people is not cool, a point that is so obvious I didn’t think I needed to make...”

The best way to avoid spoiler meme dicks online is to just....not go online. Or like, hang out on a non-diseased website like TV Tropes or some shit. Don’t go on Twitter.

Whatever. Bill Walton would enjoy it and therefore it is good, is my point.

I only wish we could all know what it feels like to be Bill Walton watching Dean Cain nail a 25-point shot. Looks freaking sweet.

Magic on the night before he quit.

The upthread comment I was replying to, yeah. That’s how commenting works.

Nope, I’m responding to the contention that Vegas owners giving money to the NHL should somehow be relevant to the selection of playoff officials.