I’ve been worried about vote tampering since before Trump had anything to say about it. I don’t trust proprietary code to handle our nation’s elections and I’m surprised others do.

Congratulations on reaching this milestone post.

The Pats do it like the rest of us, by golly, with their pants around their ankles, a Ronald McDonald mask on their head, and a little Shania to set the mood.

...Stanford scientists zapped a two-atom molecule of iodine with an x-ray laser. Absorbing that sudden burst of excess energy causes the molecule to split into two. One version is in an excited state, and the other is not.

I thought about that, but decided I like the sound of shitted more. Shat is more formal.

SIDENOTE: Fresh off their terrible extension to Kirk Ferentz, Iowa made another huge mistake by scheduling the NDSU Bison at home.

You rang?

Wooooooo 1-0 baby! We’re well on our way to another 10-6 record and soul crushing first round exit!

“A new job and I’m still dealing with these assholes?”

“My roommate said to me, ‘I’m gonna go shave and use the shower; does anyone need to use the bathroom?’ It’s like some weird quiz where he reveals the answer first.” - Mitch Hedberg

That’s one Funky Chad Mesina.

I really don’t think this is exclusive to football players, but I’ve come to feel that criminal behavior from high level athletes is - in part - enabled by systems that coddle and protect them. Awful things like this happen at big time high school football programs, as well.

More like you end up with a chicken.

If you’re truly dedicated, every pizza is an individual pizza.

Nailed it.

Yeah, he kind of gave the wrong answer to the question which is how this whole mess got started. Instead of answering “CBD oil”, he should have answered “fuck you, that’s what’s in the vape”

“You set up undercover operations to attract the ass-holes that go for this kind of stuff and then you bust them.”

It was then the players learned Butler had dyslexia.

I will never again be able to watch BH6 and hear the line “I cannot deactivate until you say, “I am satisfied...”” without laughing my ass off. Thanks.

“Who’s Your Daddy?”