How dare you be intolerant of my intolerance!

How about people don’t take personal offence when a fucking movie doesn’t meet their expectations.  How about just shrugging and going on with your life like a regular human being?

I agree that some of the reporters are being obnoxious, but it is their job. They’ve been sent there to cover a story, and all good reporters are going to try to get more out of a subject than they’re offering. People may not like it, but it’s the basis for every great story or interview. Being annoying is part of the…

As an early morning runner, I’ve definitely set some personal best times when I was a mile from home at the end of a long run and in dire need of a toilet.  

But true to the man, and his obsequious fans. 

Tostitos makes scoops.  They are tiny bowl-shaped chips.  

To be fair, how many kinds of poop stories can there really be? There can’t be many people out there who read the Funbag and can tell a story like, “So I was working my shift at Tim Horton’s, and a lady comes in all agitated.......”

I just clicked the link out of curiosity and holy shit, over 4000 stars now.  Also, I laughed again almost as much as the first time.  Classic.  

Politics and your personal acceptance threshold for corruption aside, how can anybody look at, or listen to this guy and not come away thinking he’s a buffoon?  What a ridiculous clown this president is.  

Who the hell is fat shaming? This giant boy with a sweet-ass swing hit a dong to win a big game. I, for one, enjoy watching large men display uncommon athleticism.  

Rod Carew wanted to play a double-header every day!  

No non-local fan would miss it, specially if it were replaced with Laguna Seca or something.  But given Penske’s personal interest in this race, it’ll never happen.  

Why get your shirts tailored when you can afford neck-lengthening surgery?  You poors think small.

Can of salmon, dollop of mayo, minced green or red onion, fresh ground pepper, mash and mix with fork, spread on bread, lay a couple of pickles on top, lettuce if you feel like it, top with bread. Tasty sandwich.

Seriously, this reads like a weed fueled screed from a over-reaching college freshman.  

We are literally talking about something that transpires in less than a second.  Don’t let it hit you, track the puck, get in position to make a save.  Pure instinct from years of experience and training.  There’s no time to assess.  

A goalie’s instinct in that situation is to avoid the puck. A crazy, unexpected bounce like that is as likely to hit you and go in as not.  That’s the greatest fear.  

+1 blank stare and an “amazing”.

All I can think when I read these kinds of stories is that the number of salacious and brutal books written in the next decade by these “leakers” have the potential to save the publishing industry for at least another few years.

Brass balls on that guy. Loved it. When I saw him pulling off passes high, I thought he was going to win because nobody else could go there, but I think the late yellows hurt his momentum.