The answer in the cars/bikes/pedestrians argument of “who’s the d-bag?” is: everyone. Every single one of those groups, in general, assumes they’re entitled to about 10% more of the road/path than they really are, and they all fuck up in different ways:

I thought the New York B squad was called the Mets.

I’m surprised DJ Gay had time for an interview with all the gigs this month.

that’s a “No Photos Allowed” sign they’re in front of....

Never forget their sacrifice

Stolen from fark

His resting face always looks like he wandered into a public library without his pants on looking to order a fried chicken sandwich.

3) Make him a dog.

Do not trifle with this man, or his 12 children.

Hopefully he doesn't have any problems getting on the plane back to Minnesota. I’ve heard Bert needs to be home at least an hour before midnight.

Aight, I did that shit

“Are you sure that’s a catch?”

Any hitter facing Rosenthal should be smart enough to stay at least 12 steps away from the batter’s box.

Double-A Harrisburg, where Rosenthal has been pitching since May 11

Oh, touche. Both excellent candidates for the NC Shitty-ness Award. 

As someone who also spent a decent amount of time in/around Jacksonville and Lejeune, this is the most Jacksonville story that ever Jacksonvilled, and I love it.

Freedom Funnels. 

Love to, Bob. Publish it unredacted and I guarantee you I will sit and read it cover to cover, in one sitting, with great care and enthusiasm.

Kobe: Man, this is incredible. I can’t believe I’m having dinner with Heath Ledger!
Jared Leto: Yeah....