I feel you. My dad always grilled chicken to perfection (even breasts stay impossibly moist) but his steak always came out medium-well, or worse. It was so depressing seeing $100+ worth of steak get ruined.

What a terrible night to have a curse.

LOL that’s really a great point. Maybe we’re all just stupid *together*.

Those and The Eliminator from American Gladiators are the Holy Trinity of game show finishes.

There are *still* people dumb enough to defend fucking Avatar? No wonder Trump won.

In a sport where vehicular safety is a pretty important part of the brand image, he should be done.

May we all be so lucky.

Your words summarize my feelings about it perfectly.

I loved everything about that paragraph.

It’s so frickin gorgeous. It’s like playing a game in Disney’s Moana.

Nurmagomedov already applauding the decision, saying that he can’t hurt McGregor if he’s in prison.

“but then I remembered that rap feuds are basically just two grown men writing poetry about each other”

I tried so hard to get my son to love soccer, which I also love. He played it. He tolerated it. It was fine. He ran around, but never really gave a shit.

I find the loudest crazies are the ones *still* angry about it.

“You mean that Andre The Giant-themed infomercial for WWE? Yeah, it was a fun nostalgia trip, but not exactly quality television.”

You were fighting the good fight.

*is some people*

You’re a saint.

I know we’re contractually obligated to be snarky assholes all the time, but this is a positive message to remember. Maybe 90 is a little optimistic for an NFL player, but it’s hard for me to muster any hate for this.

“It wasn’t worth the price, and I felt guilty for contributing to making sherpas drag fancy ingredients uphill for a week so whitey can have some variety.”