Somehow I made it my whole (cis male) life without doing this sort of shit.

Me: Fortnite has now been cited in more than 200 divorce proceedingsWife: Kids who are twelve shouldn’t be married in the first place.

I honestly can not get my head around the decision to publish ANYTHING by this fucknut.

It kind of goes without saying, but quantifying goalie play is always going to run into problems of sample size. Unless we’re talking about an outlier like the Belgium/US game, the number of times that a goalie is going to have to make a tough save is relatively small.

I went out and bought myself a mandolin (the food slicer, not the instrument), and as I was washing in for the first time my wife said, “Be careful.”

From the headline, I thought JJ Reddick was now driving a taxi. I wasn’t too surprised.

I’m sorry, what?

His record stinks

I was in a restaurant in northern Scotland, and the waitress walked up to my table and asked me a question. The thing about this situation, is that there is a pretty narrow range of possibilities in play, but I had no idea what she was saying, and I never did find out.

Fixed it.

Am I the only one concerned about deeply weird tan-lines?

This seems like the kind of story in which we find out later that the lemon was on performance enhancing drugs, beat her kids, or was just a terrible citrus overall. If it happens, I don’t want to know.

I’m going to assume that this guy is just trolling Neymar, and love the scene for all it’s worth. The kid in blue is totally selling it.

Winston was forced to admit to drinking, which he blamed the entire incident on (but which he also maintains didn’t happen; I’m not sure how that works, exactly),

Remarkable. Thank you.

I played at St. Andrews a few years back, and while it wasn’t this bad, a full bottle of water would blow off the table.

I took my kids to the Cavs parade a couple years ago, and it was great!

Look at those cute smiles.

Hey, alright!

D-Day. I knew pretty much everything there was to know about each of the beach-heads.