company dime is right

The testicular torture in this movie is by far the most shocking, are-you-fucking-kidding-me thing I've ever seen in a PG-13 movie.

Some sort of cashew lamb at a place called…goddammit. I've forgotten. Indian restaurant in Toronto. I've forgotten its name, but I don't think I'll forget that dish. Or the amazing sex afterward, it was a great few days.

If only Samuel L. Jackson would look at my life, he'd see I'm a lot like him.

"Black Roses" is my jam right now. Came up on shuffle on Monday or so and I think I've listened to it eight times a day ever since

but do they still break guitars?

I don't come here to leer but great googly moogly

GOOD LORD

I just started Nathan For You. It is amusing.

Charli XCX's "Black Roses" came up on shuffle a couple of days ago and now I can't stop listening to it

I made that gazpacho. I haven't had any yet though. It's chillin'.

Seems like Javier Bardem hogs all the great movie sex.

Haha! I like the part where Sean Penn fails

"Oh, how wonderful!" Good god, this man is delightful.

No amount of padding is going to reduce the amount that your brain sloshes around in your skull.

That's fine for not pounding your entire body into liquid after one hit, but protecting your brain after being hit a couple of thousand times like that over a career? Forget it.

I think boxing gloves are more about protecting hands than heads, too.

You are, of course, correct.

I'm far from an expert but brain-damage-wise, I don't think MMA can remotely keep up to the relentless brain-pounding of boxing and football.

Protective equipment? Unless you've got momentum-altering antigrav shit in your helmet, all the equipment in the world won't protect you.