Oh bullshit.

This is my favorite comparison.

Eli, sadly, was not invited

I assume you guys were wanting an update. Yes, my good boy is still a really good boy.

1. The trash can

The Saints secondary has been doing this for years.

I’m voting Cthulu.

Don’t blame me, I’m voting Meteor.

I feel like you have a bad understanding of how alcohol and drugs work. It’s not an instantaneous effect for most things, particularly for alcohol.

I agree with what you’re saying, pretty much on the whole, except I generally think implied consent is a bullshit excuse (and I also don’t believe that people are as bad as they say they are when it comes to distinguishing whether or not someone is incapacitated and unable to consent.) I think the problem is that, as…

Here’s the thing. I can do all the things you listed as “evidence”...I can invite a fuck buddy over, intend to have sex with him, even up to the point of masturbating in front of him, but the second I pass out or become too wasted to know what’s going on, I cannot give consent, and having sex with me is nonconsentual.…

Damn, not far off from mine, which was Catch 22 in ninth grade, with either Suburban Legends or Voodoo Glow Skulls—maybe both?—opening.

Slack last night was a mess. A whole bunch of us horrified at the unflagged pounding Cam’s brain took, and Drew screaming THAT WAS AWWWWESOMMMMEEE .

This is why football may very well disappear in our lifetime.

I would have gone with “misogynobject.”

Which is why I don’t do this for a living.

Nunca lo olvides.

Nothing like a five-point corner kick to ring in the college football season!

The glorious thing is, none of us has to watch any of it.