This is about what I’d expect from grown men wearing their favorite player’s hockey sweater.

This is a hilarious. Star.

When horribly stupid people became involved in the political process. It was around the time the Tea Party came into being which also happened to coincide with a black man becoming president. It had nothing to do with race or political affiliation (definitely nothing to do with race). They were just concerned about…

“HE SAYS WHAT’S ON HIS MIND!!! DUUUUUUUURRRRRR!!!!” Eat shit, Rex (or anyone else who has ever uttered that phrase in support of Trump.) Just saying what's on my mind, which apparently is very respectable and worthy of blind adoration.

This guy really is the worst kind of asshole. Dickhead here treats the free market like Scalia treated the Constitution. Literally no critical thinking involved. Great way to stifle progress, which most men actually seem (Or in Scalias case, seemed, thank god. The man was a fucking cancer.) perfectly OK with. Must be…

So basically a conservative Christian took the pro-life approach to sex slavery. “MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! ALL DONE HERE!” Maybe now that he’s retired he can build a well in Africa and leave it to break down after three months because nobody bothered to teach the locals how to maintain it. No time for that AND Instagram…

Mark Schlerith is such a fucking douchebag. That’s really all I have on this one. That and the jizz mopper is going to be getting time a half after 4 days of breathless coverage from Jim Nantz. Jesus Christ, man. Dude needs to cool it.

I needed this last night. Thanks for nothing.

If I’m understanding the timeline and people involved, this woman hit Marshall’s wife in the face with a bottle and knocked her teeth out. If I’m right about that it certainly explains why nobody really cares whether it was a punch or him steadying himself.

If I’m understanding what wokeness is then I’m not sure this would qualify. Entirely too much truth (with entirely too many references to back it up) to those lyrics.

I’m a switch hitter now. Used to handle everything standing. Now I sit for the bulk of the wiping and then stand for one last wipe to make sure nothing got away. Also, when you’re seated, trying starting off with a down wipe. Life changer.

Smashing pads (I’ve never heard anyone say that. Ever.) is always a good idea. It got this 34 year old looking 18 again. Minus the bald spot, anyway. Didn’t do shit for that.

Kells would never do such a thing to someone of that age. Be fair, man.

Superpowers? Probably horrible farts. Not like vegan fart bad but still enough to clear a room.

The only reason I care about this is because of young, raw milk cheeses. This French asshole that ran a bistro in my town used to have his family send them over and holy fucking shit were they good. It basically ruined everything for a while until I reacclimated to the neutered versions that specialty shops carry. As…

The amount of skill required to “beat the fuck” out of another fighter makes most people quit before they even get started. It’s high level stuff and, when done competently, a thing of beauty. It doesn't need to be your thing but relax with the hand wringing.

Definitely not crushing. This was an exhibition and McGregor showed up nicely with some crisp hands. I thoroughly enjoyed the fights last night and feel like all four fighters in the co-main event came out as winners in their own way.

No, we don't. It's a simple observation.

McGregor got tapped like a white belt. That’s a fact that has nothing to do with title fights, weight class, or record.