Precheck is fantastic, but it’s lulling me into a false sense of security (no pun intended). I used to try to show up an hour and a half before boarding. Now it’s usually a half-hour and I’ve cut it much closer a couple times.

I’d like to correct an oversight in your article. The full title for the player attempting to hit the ball is the Goddamn Batman, e.g. “[t]he pitcher and catcher are on the same team. The Goddamn Batman is on the opposing team.”

Shitting on VW is always relevant.

Is Fat Scott Stapp yawning or screaming?

He certainly does.

Good, the Jalops miss you.

The Tighty Righty?

+1 frisbee full of turkey chili

There it is.

“Leave me alone, I’m too young to know what I’m doing.”

It’s how most humans think. It’s called confirmation bias. We automatically protect ourselves by unconsciously discrediting evidence that contradicts our preexisting beliefs, and overemphasizing evidence that agrees with them.

It’s like watching a bunch of Dustin Pedroias pretend to be David Ortizes.

Nathan Peterman and Richie Incognito? They’re the new-look Bills!

Jesus H. Christ. As if being captured, sold and packed like meat into a cargo hold for a months-long sea journey in order to be sold again and sentenced to a life of servitude wasn’t dehumanizing enough.

“News out of Washington today, a smoking crater has appeared where Newt Gingrich used to be.”

Shit, I’m white??

I once had a conversation at an auto show with a Hyundai dealer principal who, no joke, called it the Tuscan.

It has the face of Nosferatu.

I really hope the FIA has a section in the rules doc that reads as follows-

EJ205-swapped GC here, fourteen years owned. Huge wing, gold wheels, turbo upgrade, rumbly exhaust. Never had a ticket since the day I bought it.