He might be the first coach ever who yelled at a ref. Solid observation champ.

Pretty sure that was Qwi Xux you’re talking about.

Yeah these motherfuckers wearing skulls on their caps. “Are we the baddies?”

Well you know the old saying, Old Rich White Guys are Racist Assholes.

That’s the good thing about being Luke Cage, in addition to having an Excellent Halloween he’ll also have a Sweet Christmas.

I get why people are frustrated with the show, and your review touches on some of what I consider to be the strengths and weaknesses here, but when a reviewer comes right out and says they cannot review a show on its own merits, I am forced to wonder if they’re the right person for the task.

I have a lot of respect for…

What infuriates me the most is that the present government has blown through at least half a dozen scandals that would have ended Obama’s presidency overnight.

The implication is staggering.

Even Dennis Reynolds thinks this guy is a fucking creep.

Their new offensive coordinator is Tom Foolery.

If you are in a position of power over someone it’s basically impossible for an overture to be innocent. You may intend it that way, but the other party can’t know that at the time. You may intend to just drop it and move on with your life if you’re rejected, but the other party will be wondering “will there be…

Bath & Body Works.

That’s one body part that does not tell lies, I’m told.

Add to that the fact that this is coming fresh on the heels of the news that Terry Crews was also sexually assaulted, and this article really doesn’t even have a reason to exist.

This is now the second time in a month that ESPN has fallen on its face while trying to discipline one of its biggest personalities for daring to talk politics on Twitter.

Impressive that the bar tried to pass the Dutchie on the left hand side.

Star Trek: Voyager had not only my favorite of the Trek themes, it also had the most gorgeous title sequence. DS9 will always be the best series, but its theme just can’t compare.

True Blood. One minute thirty seconds of perfect Southern Gothic mood, imagery, and music, usually followed by an hour of what felt like watching a burning dumpster full of Anne Rice novels.

And fucking Crystal is just jamming to her Zune in her apartment, like, not concerned about anything?