Please, call him Jeb!.

Holy fuck, that was the most amazingly what the fuck moment of this week, and I watched Samurai Cop this week.

Holy small sample size alert, Batman.

Oh shit, Samurai Cop is tonight, isn’t it!

WHAT DAY IS IT?

IT’S NEW MST3K’S EVE SIR!

THEN IT IS NOT TOO LATE!

Is he next to John McEnroe? To be a fly on that wall.

Ah, my favorite part of the Wizards. The inevitable tensions boiling over. I love being a fan.

Nah, he’s up against the shorts. The other guy is trying like hell to rip that one dude’s kit off though.

#PICTURETRUTHERS

DONGS FOR THE DONG GOD!

I never saw pretzels, but I definitely saw hot dogs and hamburgers. But, you can bring anything in! Bring a Pizza! Bring a handle of vodka! Bring pretzels from home!

So, here’s the deal. You can bring whatever you want to into the park. Whatever. They have convenience stores in the parks, and you can bring whatever you want in. You can also buy traditional consessions in the park, and frequently, fried chicken is sold by street vendors on your way in. But I’ve brought Soju…

Let’s go Heroes!

Can’t tell if including Trump is more insulting to O’s starting pitching or to ceremonial first pitches.

“So, I went out there, record crowd out there, everybody there for me, threw a pitch, and Curt, do you know Curt? Curt Schilling told me, later, best pitch he’s ever seen, I don’t remember, somebody told me it was 150 miles an hour, record speed on a pitch, never going to be beaten, and then I introduced tax…

You clever dog you.

Yeah, like Ozzy wasn't writing that about a girl.

Goddamnit, that's the good stuff.

But how will he play the lost Triplet in Now You See Me 3: The Third One!

On Board.

Man, Zach Snyder's Lincoln was a really different interpretation, huh?