I get that everyone hates the Pats, but having Bob Kraft on this list and not having Dean Spanos or James Dolan is a fucking travesty.

“I hate Trump as much as all my fellow Democrats, but why isn’t Mueller investigating what Hillary ate this morning?”

One of the beautiful things about moving to the West Coast is that I am far away from the rest of the Pats’ fan base. Jesus, I hate my team’s fans.

So.

I still masturbate to that gif.

Everyone else has given real answers so I’ll just add: fuck you for your Nazi-apologist bullshit.

Way to double down. Bra-fucking-vo.

I used to drink Genny by the gallon because it was so cheap, but Genny Cream Ale is one of the few beers that was too terrible for me to even finish a can. I would drink Beast, Natty Light, even Busch NA before I would even look at a can of that shit.

Both of those takes are spot on. I get people liking something crappy for sentimental childhood associations (like Kraft mac & cheese or Natty Boh or anything Utz) but it’s different when delusional people are actively convinced it’s good.

Because it’s so fun to watch delicate snowflakes like you cry so much every time.

Thank you. Everyone talking about “abbreviated deadlift” and “shortening the range of motion” have no idea what an RDL is, apparently.

I believe you mean Marc Antony.

Starting with “Goldfinger,” all of the Connery theme songs are iconic.

This is pretty basic GPP and strongman training. James Harrison just happens to be pretty fucking strong so he uses a lot of weight when doing it.

I’m willing to bet serious money that at least one of these hazers was calling the victims “faggots,” all while non-consensually sodomizing their recta.

Not to mention that he’s all hustle and it’s like having another coach on the field.

There’s nothing wrong with wearing a tan-, beige-, or khaki-colored cotton suit in the appropriate seasons. There’s everything wrong with the terrible tailoring of his suit jacket based on that collar gap. The button stance looks a little off too, but that’s tougher to tell in this particular picture.

I hate his voice, too. Every time an ad comes on the radio when I’m in the car I mentally make a note to never patronize that business for using him as a spokesman.

Unfortunately his dialogue was as embarrassing and stupid as everyone else’s in that movie. I wish I could have seen it wearing ear plugs so that I could appreciate the gorgeous cinematography without that risible, pathetic script.

I still encounter Jill Stein voters who are convinced that Trump is a lesser evil than Hillary would have been. I’m happy I don’t live in their minds.