Same reaction as you and I am kid-free as well. After seeing my brother nonchalantly stick his hand down the back of my niece’s diaper this weekend to check for poop (spoiler alert: there was poop), I am 100% convinced that having kids permanently changes your level of squeamishness to 0.

If Utah had won, they planned on celebrating by passing around a large Starbucks coffee and letting each player have one tiny sip, Prophet be praised.

EE width clutch foot.

Isn’t it terrible how the mere suggestion that a man had may have sexually abused a woman completely ruins the poor man’s life? It’s grossly unfair how much power women have.

TIL that HamNo is Nihilist Arby’s.

Notre Dame players think that they can simply apoligize during the last minute of the game all their personal fouls will magically disappear.

I would have gone with Grab her by the Khaki

Make Basketball Great Again

I believe this man is wearing Chuck Klosterman’s scalp on his head.

I am firmly convinced with donuts it’s the complete opposite. The older/shittier the place, and the cheaper the donut, usually the better.

I will never, ever accept mac and cheese as a burger, sandwich, or pizza topping.

Only show worth watching recently? Clearly you have yet to experience Westworld.

Someone’s upset no one congratulated them on their new job...

...will reportedly replace him with retread Bruce Arena

Hey, think of the up side. You will get more clicks ranting about the Trump administration than you ever did ranting during Obama. And you’ve always got squats and yogurt rants as a sideline.

“Bush doesn’t care about black people.” -Kanye West, 2005.

This is what I immediately pictured.

Yeah I look at Britain has having a solid stable of good fighters, but it is no way a group of transcendent talent that is going to rule the boxing world for years to come.

Thanks. Like you, I think the weight fluctuation coupled with the fractured eye socket take a toll on Kell and Spence edges it. Brook is a compact guy, and Errol is so rangy, strong, and really digs to the body well.

I usually just tell my dog to take his ass back to St. Louis and watch the fucking film, and that if I see him in the streets I'm going to punch him in his fucking mouth.