And the clack clack clack of a goalie hitting the ice with his stick to signal the impending end of a penalty is one of the most underrated sports sounds.

Not usually a point of concern unless your barber is Sweeney Todd.

HOP HOP HOP into that pussayyyyyyy

This wasn’t really incidental to the game, but the judge will be the one to decide.

Brooklyn, Rockland County.

Pour one out for my homie.

A reminder that most of America is concerned about the impact of wall and waiting for Mueller to make a move.

I regret I don’t have access to the TV series, but I’d like to take the opportunity to beg, I mean literally BEG, people to read Anansi Boys, a sequel of sorts to American Gods. That book keeps me in stitches when it’s not moving me emotionally. Just a wonderful novel, Gaiman is brilliant.

This is actually a fairly major plot point in Neil Gaiman’s ‘American Gods’. I don’t want to give too much away, but you might want to check the trunk of the car before it crashes through the ice.

More like Bichon Freeze, amirite? Eh? Eh?

Obligatory.

The grossest thing I’ve ever done was one time I was trying to use nail clippers (never a skill I have mastered) and there was one piece of the big toe nail I didn’t get.  I was alone in the house so I figured “what the hell?” and went into what was basically a yoga pose and bit off the offending piece.  I then look…

welcome back

That’s what she said.

PLAYING BASEBALL WHEN ACCIDENTALLY STRUCK OWN TESTICLES SWINGING A BAT

I have occasionally whispered “Atto de ne” to the chashu before, yes. 

Have you read “Please Kill Me” by Legs McNeil? If even a third of that is true (and I see no reason why it isn’t), then Iggy should have died about 63 times already. He might be immortal.