You’re not wrong about Ray Lewis. He’s definitely a cut above the rest.

Side note, and I realize its a totally un-related vehicle to a real HD Diesel Pickup.

Joe Flacco thinks the Curry 2 Low is a bit flashy.

There are fewer cars more worthy of Jalopnik. At this little automobile’s core lies the heart and soul of what creates a motoring enthusiast. It isn’t obvious and it isn’t loud, but it’s there.

Hopefully the boy’s mother has a chance to speak at the 2020 DNC.

“I miss dust!”
- Michael Irving

I guess I just don’t understand why this WYTS article has words, and isn’t just this:

SPORTS REPORTER: Who will be your starter Week 5?
BELICHICK: Jesus Christ
SPORTS REPORTER: So Tom Brady is the definite choice?

It's almost like one investigation was complete while the other two are on-going. Shocking, I know.

It’s refreshing to see the Cowboys draft and develop domestic abuse talent in house. It’s too easy to simply sign a veteran abuser these days.

Ohio State Blackeyes

Unbeknownst to everyone involved the media blackout has been going on since 1997, unless you have ESPN 8 “The Ocho”

Because they do make solid equipment that is very reliable and has unlimited parts and accessories.

If the manufacturers want to contend that you can’t work on a vehicle, any vehicle because they own the code, then that’s fine. But if I can’t work on my own vehicle, you have to warranty it indefinitely. Fair? I mean, it’s their freaking code, right? They should have to fix it.

He ran out of cadmium yellow deep.

It’s a joke dumbass

Lawyer: We’re going to get to the bottom of this.

In my opinion, this is the greatest looking console in history. Then again, I love colorful weird things. Sleek black boxes are fine and all but they get so boring.

So I hit the space bar to page down and somehow completely missed the Andre the Giant paragraph. I finished the story (minus the aforementioned graph) and thought "telling an Andre the Giant story" was a new euphemism for cunnilingus. It really should be. I was looking forward to getting home from work and asking…

"oh, fuckin hell, its Virgil."