Or maybe that the choking narrative is not real. I dunno, man. Keep believing in narratives, I’m sure it’ll be great.

I chaperoned my second grader’s field trip to the Jelly Belly factory. You go on a self guided tour of the place on a catwalk 20 feet up. They were making buttered popcorn beans that day, and the whole place reeked of that chemically fake buttered popcorn smell. It was overpowering.

Group D. Woof.

What the shit is that response by the dogsitter? It’s not a misunderstanding. “Well, he didn’t say I couldn’t have a cam threeway whilst ignorning his dog. I’d say both sides have some responsibility for the confusion.”

It’s weird to describe ash as “soft”. Not as hard as hickory, or sugar maple, but it’s a very hard wood. Harder than red oak, which is what most oak flooring is made of.

Guys, he saw the Void right before he got stabbed in the labyrinth. It wasn’t all in his head.

De Bruyne, the best attacking midfielder in the game for several years now, is a clearly inferior player to Pogba? Huh.

No he doesn’t. Watch the video, 1:55 Puig shoves him. Before that, it’s all jawing.

Someone on Twitter asked a version of this question, about whether they REALLY needed to tip 20% after ordering a $1000 bottle of Margaux. Yes, yes you do.

I can understand if you’re like, “Puig can say whatever the fuck he wants.” And the corollary to that is so can Hundley, so why the fuck was Puig shoving and slapping a guy talking mild smack?

Diamond Crystal kosher salt is not fancy or expensive.

#pleaselikemysport

Thanks for annihilating that line of argument.

The two indicators on this label as to why this wine isn’t very good:

“Ecobee”, not “Echobee”.

I’d love to just talk about cycling as cycling in a story about cycling. But nope, we get to rehash the most surface level view of PEDs for the bazillionth time by a bunch of herbs who dislike the sport anyway. Great kinja.

Doom has no sprint. He’s a big ass diesel truck. Neither has Froome (turbo wagon), or Bardet (vespa). G (I dunno, a WRX?) picked the correct line in the final turn and had the best sprint of the bunch.

Man, I’m both kind of thrilled that Tobin Sprout’s art is getting some attention, and mortified that fucking Tim Allen is the guy doing it.

This is the realest description of watching obscure sports right now.

Love finding random Spanish streams where a guy aims his Android at the TV and overlays it all with the lowest quality ads I’ve ever seen.