For you, the day Bison graced your village was the most important day of your life, but for me?

Don’t be so fucking stupid.

“But if I can’t exploit my workers then I’ll have to get a real job as an exploited worker!”

my permanent motto for this is simple:

Fuck I miss Splinter.

(Which is to say, off to the grays with you.)

There’s a nice harmony between the content of this comment and the speed with which you posted it, in that they both demonstrate incontrovertibly that you couldn’t be bothered to actually read the article.

I remember Big Country! That guy was huge. I wonder what he’s doing now.

Truly the magic of Remembering

Bryant “Big Country” Reeves

The best suggestion I’ve heard is that in the Grand Slams, men’s matches should be best of three until the quarter finals, at which point it switches to best of five.

Wait, Leftwich? That can’t be right, he was just a player... *Googles*... six fucking years ago? Seriously, it’s been six years?

In this instance, it very much is! This is widely being read as a starting gun for her 2020 campaign, and she used it to acquiesce to Trump essentially daring her to offer her genetic makeup as Proof for public consumption. That’s a silly unforced error to me.

Step aside, string bean!

Worlds Greatest is better than Number 1!

+1 Go Time!

You think you’re better than me?!

Mandelbaum! Mandelbaum!