And in 1923, the South Bronx was like paradise for people looking to move out of the Lower East Side.

Wait until he starts scoring attack ads against Clinton with "The Old Gray Mare" after Puddle Of Mudd forces him to stop using "She Fucking Hates Me."

"I'm not dead! I don't want to go on the cart!"

He really lobbed a Bob Loblaw law bomb with his comments about Mexican jihadis. It was a real mouthful!

Yup. Don't get me wrong, the people and culture of the North Country made it my favorite place I've ever lived. But sit most of them down in front of a New England team in any sport, and you'd swear they were trying to outdo Philly fans.

That's actually a relatively normal picture, in light of this famous 2009 shot:

That was always one of the "joys" of New England: Watching the same people who talked endless shit about the Yankees and their fans all summer pull out the Pats jerseys and become the NFL equivalent of Yankees fans.

Being a Yankees fan is sort of like having a drunk, racist cousin that you have to apologize for regularly.

I rarely spend more than thirty dollars on a ticket for the Yankees, though, because I don't mind sitting in the grandstand and really just enjoy being physically present for the game. A couple of times a season I'll luck into good seats from someone's company, but I keep my expectations low.

OK, I'll go back and read the article, but in the meantime l just want to say that whoever signed off on that Wendy's ad should go lick a subway pole.

Given that Perry’s live show basically resembles a perpetual motion machine invented by Busby Berkeley and composed of Pixie Sticks and whimsy

"Washed me face an' 'ands before I come [to accept this Grammy] I did!"

We're actually contesting a national election on this very point!

His rambling monologue about phrenology will include references to midichlorians.

I'm pretty sure that was always meant to be a joke
Me too, but I'd still love to have seen it, damn it!

The Fifth Elul-ment

That's only because he despises Mark Hamill, and has this plan to team up with Cristoph Waltz and kill him.

I like imagining that posting obtuse Amazon reviews is how Chad Ochocinco's spending his retirement.

Or that Jews In Space movie that Mel Brooks promised us thirty-five years ago and STILL HASN'T MADE!

They don't allow you to have bees in here.