The guy took the name of a black panther and appended “666” to the end. If that doesn’t set off your troll detector, I don’t know what does.

Wait: he’s Canadian and named De Grasse? He is now my favorite athlete.

You are everything that’s wrong with America. Nobody is interested in hearing your fantasy football stories. Do you also have a bad beat poker story to tell?

Underrated work. (Although I think it’s technically synonymous with “iglooular”)

The quaint town of Snohomish will now forever be synonymous with “LLSWS Scandal.” Along with “Igloo,” of course.

Come on, is that really hilarious?

Whose to say Jason Day isn’t the future of golf?

Endless Day would be badass

The Spieth is the future of golf narrative has been murdered by people in the golfing world. Absolutely murdered. He’s tremendous don’t get me wrong. But he doesn’t even sniff what Tiger was, hell still is too golf.

I really want to be happy for him. He seems like an amazing guy, super nice. He’s a fantastic golfer.

And yet on last few holes the announcers couldn’t stop talking about Speith and seemed to mention Day as an afterthought.

‘rescent’? fuck outta here.

Right?? God forbid college students who play games for their education have some fun while they’re doing it. Needs moar lunchpail,,,imho

I guess I was ahead of my time. These are the blocking and tackling techniques I employed during my very brief football career.

I’d pay real money to see Rousey v. Trump. Just sayin’.

Sam Goody, Pioneer Place Mall, 12 years old....Hot Rod signing autographs for everyone who bought a copy of “WWF the Music, vol. 2.” It was supposed to be one graph per person, but my friends and I got our CDs , posters, and even an action figure signed. When we asked for the extras, he started mumbling “you little…

Me and my girlfriend with Roddy just a few months ago. He was a really great guy, and incredibly friendly.

No. No no no. Not Roddy. Please no. God damn it.

How many people here have read Infinite Jest?.....I want to like it so bad, if only to secure my hipster bonafides.

In 2008 I was a spindly, insufferable English major at Illinois Sate where Wallace taught for a while years before his death. After conversations with teachers who knew him and reading a fair amount of his work, whether or not this movie is good, it’s safe to say that he would hate that it exists to begin with.