because she has no bars

Packed my kid's thermos with Redd's Apple Ale. LOL.

It's not a slam dunk at all. It's a 3-pointer, dummy.

Holy. Shit.
Even the terrain gets wrecked. Please tell me Bahamut is in this so I can blow city-sized holes into the ground

By this logic, only Native Americans should be allowed to become Miss America.

This is all just blatant lies and hateful propaganda against our beloved Super Earth!

The bugs get their revenge!

I'd suggest we burn him, but it seems like he's already constantly on fire.

I'm guessing a significant chunk of that Tower time has been spent A) looking for Xur and B) jumping from plant to plant while waiting for everyone to finish getting ready.

Jon Stewart always gave me a way to work through the anger and frustration and ridiculousness and wrongdoings of politics and people. Whatever awful thing had happened, you could watch him and even though the problem didn't get better, you at least could work through it and just go "Ya, somebody fucking gets it." And…

Fared better than that poor kid Nationwide killed.

"There might not be 10 non-Arizonans on earth who want to see the Suns hold onto that spot, rather than ceding it to the more star-studded Thunder or Davis's Pelicans."

It's sort of creepy that the only thing that's going to save Lynch from having to deal with this same scenario over and over again is Groundhog Day.

As an added bonus, Whiteside also moved up Chad Ford's draft board after today's performance.

When Bill Bellichick heard the news of this report earlier tonight, he promptly fired the team's equipment manager for failing to do his fucking job right by not under-inflating that 12th goddamned football.

Praise the sun! (Just kidding, I'm buying Obsidian Mind and switching to Voidwalker)

This is a football school. They all lie about degrees.

READ BETWEEN THE LINES, SHEEPLE

In October 2009, I was a senior at UNC, writing for the Daily Tar Heel. I was covering a women's volleyball match right before Late Night with Roy, which Scott hosted. When the match was over, I was set to leave, and Scott came over and sat at the press table next to me. We chatted for about ten minutes (I knew his…