RIP, John Clarke. His weekly mock interviews with Bryan Dawe were appointment TV in my house when I was young.

That was our second plus column check of the week. Now let’s see if we can go for a three-peat.

I follow Bayer Leverkusen, where Son spent a couple years before his Spurs move, and also watched my native Australia get taken to extra time in the 2015 Asian Cup Final thanks to his last-minute equalizer, so I’ve seen a lot of this guy in the last few years. And since my English team aren’t in the PL, I’ve found…

I saw a comment section without a stupid BMW turn signal joke. Wait, no I didn’t.

Not really a bullshit reason from a “the cops had no right to do this” standpoint, but a conflation of unfortunate circumstances of my and others’ making that made for a pretty screwed-up situation regardless. This was five years ago, so I’m able to laugh (read: rage a little less) about it nowadays.

I made the mistake of renting a first-gen Compass in Houston (I had never driven in the city before), with my logic being “hey, Jeep; that means it’s a better match for the lifted trucks and SUVs that occupy 80% of 610 and I-45 at literally all hours of the day than the midsize I’m used to driving, right?”

Eight years ago yesterday, and OSU fans haven’t shut up about it since.

I immediately thought of TLBS too. Watched it on VHS as a teenager and that scene messed me up.

“I’m stunned; I don’t understand it. It’s the type of thing you expect to see in a Clint Eastwood movie.”

I’ve rarely heard “fuckwit” to mean anything but a pejorative, although I might occasionally have called a mate that if he did something especially stupid.

All about context. “Top cunt,” “mad cunt” and “dumb cunt” rarely describe the same person.

They play this at Villa Park after every home victory, and it’s been on repeat since we beat Wolves on Saturday. UTV!

Nor did the color, IMO.

This is the comment I came here for.

If I could spend the rest of my work day starring this, I would.

I’m more of a Millencolin man myself.

It takes a special set of skills to come up with a take so blindingly idiotic and gut-wrenchingly grotesque at the same time.

+1 brother (well, -1 technically)

The fan base of one of the local sports teams here (I’ll let you guess which) has co-opted “Africa” as their unofficial theme song, to the point that it gets played ad nauseum on every bar jukebox in the vicinity from start to end of season. I don’t hate the song, but I could happily go the next ten years without…

I assume Australia and New Zealand follow the British pronunciation, but can’t be sure.