Music indeed.

The guy on the right is like, “who is this psycho cooling sipping Gatorade after ending a man’s life just moments ago?”

This is also the way to trick Siri into saying “fuck.”

“And then the monkey jumped on his back.” (???)

Not factories somewhere, factories everywhere.

What did Wolf Hall teach you? It taught me how to trick the pain if you burn your hands in an ironsmithing accident (answer: cross your hands over your chest).

Seems substantially similar.

NOBODY CARES

Did he say “Swish?” as in JR’s nickname, and then, I don’t know, remember that earlier he and JR said the same thing at the same time in the locker room, and JR jinxed him first, and no one had said “Kyrie,” three times?

This is as sure a ticket as there is straight to Cleveland.

And which game was more entertaining?

Do I look enough like Lewis Hamilton that if I kill him, I’ll become him?

It was a joke. :(

Than your a dumb looser.

I always eat the skin. In my mind, it’s what a tarantula would taste like if their insides were yummy citrus.

Your bar for awesome seems kinda low.

Well, if the rules specifically permitted neighborhood plays then players are protected, the rules most definitely apply to that specific play, and no one has to pretend anything.

Why is Joey Crawford working a soccer match?

How did they even get it straight with the boards to begin with on that tiny dock?