It takes a man posting anonymously on the internet to admit that he’s wrong.
It takes a man posting anonymously on the internet to admit that he’s wrong.
Well at least you get to wear them Monday through Thursday.
Just because someone says something doesn’t make it an opinion either. You can “believe” that the Earth is flat until you die but you’re going to die wrong. People need to be okay with telling wrong people that they’re wrong and embarrassing them for clinging to that wrongness as a belief rather than admitting they’re…
LeVar Burton and Ta Nehisi Coates need to appear in Kanye’s bedroom some night dressed as ghosts and make Ye read some damn books.
Came here to comment on just this.
Not sure if I’ll see this in theaters, but I’ll definitely pick it up at Target™.
Burneko: Butt, butt, butt...
No, you can make edgy jokes. They just have to be jokes. What about this guy dropping on the court has to do with getting two possessions? I’m not sure people are getting the connection.
I know comedy’s subjective, but if you’re going to joke up about somebody’s death, the punchline ought to be funny.
UPDATE: [Borat voice] My wife [/Borat voice], an artiste, says: “I’m a frickin’ artist, and they’re neon green.”
The goose is cool and good until eight of them start chasing you because you happened to be on a walk in the section of the park they all decided to congregate and shit on literally every fucking surface. That’s when the goose can get fucked.
I don’t really like The Ringer and think that it’s mostly not good and boring. Though I have developed a taste for the NBA Desktop weekly video.
Wakanda is being gentrified! T’Challa loves him some avocado toast.
The key to my marital bliss is my wife and I sleep with different blankets. And fuck making the bed.
“Really without slave owners, we wouldn’t have Black History Month at all. Makes you think.”
- Some talk radio guy in Boston (Probably)
Carlota ‘Morales’, LOL
Cavaliers traded my workday productivity for a first round pick
counterpoint: Give him some more Mountain Dew Code Red.
Republican in the front, skinhead in the back.