God damn

I like the idea that there’s some terr’ist out there, targeting Philadelphia because they read on the internet that it is “... the heartbeat of fashion.”

Nice. Prefer Wordburglar.

I appreciated the joke in the middle of this article, otherwise this would just be a straight recap of Friday Night Magic in Anytown, USA.

Gee whiz, when you put it that way, I guess it IS ok for Republicans to destroy every semblance of democracy in order to advance their agenda!

+1 or -1 organ, depending on how you identify

For whoever that was that popped out the woodwork at the mere mention of DeLorean’s name earlier. 

I have a feeling there wasn’t a cop involved at all, but someone who saw a “meth kit” for sale and saw a chance to do great justice over the interwebs by scaring the brazen drug dealer so bad they don’t get their BidCoins.

Learned to drive a stick while drunk at the intersection of Route 66 and Ash in Barstow CA, because the owner of the car outranked me and was even more drunk.

Maybe it’s aged a little poorly, but in the context of when it came out, that in-engine opening sequence was jaw-dropping.

Sigh.

Isn’t floating in space the typical Asgardian way of getting in touch with Thanos & his goons? Worked for Loki.

Imagine the nagging horror of collecting all the Infinity Stones, but having the wrong-handed glove.

Or maybe it was the fans wanting to learn whatever is revealed in the film while actually watching the film, instead of during the marketing campaign leading up to the release of the film. You know, view the work as a whole, from wherever the director chose to start, and not with some nagging out-of-environment…

Except, that has nothing to do with the manufacture or transport of automobiles.

Please, blow me more shit, you’ve almost accomplished your singular mission.

I’ll get right on that, TryHard McUserName.

Right now, Cleveland has a 2-game lead over KC. History shows that Tribe fans shouldn’t get worried until they have a 3 game lead.

It’s alright; some of her best kids are black people.

Back in the early 80s, my uncle had his prized 1978? Trans Am stolen while he was inside a restaurant with my (now former) aunt. He had just picked the car up from his father-in-law’s gas station/garage, where the car had spent most of the summer in and out for an electrical problem.