+1 Bobson Dugnutt

There once was a man from Nantucket
His child was born he said ‘Fuck it’
Back to work he would roam the wife back at home
Spewing hot takes til his ass kicks the bucket

Capitalism really does a number on some people.

Along with the betting, it’s expected that millions of workers will allocate lots of on-the-job time and resources toward making their NCAA picks, building brackets and then tracking games on TV or online.

Tomorrow night the back of the poor fellow’s uniform will just say “Lee.”

Putin already has.

The Padres say it’s not that bad, but it feels bad.

is there a blue portal offscreen here?

And, especially after 2016, I will not countenance the bullshit arguments “He/she didn’t speak to my issues” or “He /she didn’t inspire me.”

What’s Black And White And Red All Over? This Weak Shit.

My dad used to get so frustrated playing HORSE with us when we were kids. Game would take hours. I’ll bet Dell thought the same thing.

“Voting for the lesser of two evils is still evil.”

YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH TRISCUITS ARE DELICIOUS.

First, “Triscuits are garbage” is a bad take. Triscuits are fucking delicious.

Counterpoint: Triscuits are the best.

Triscuts are the best and I am willing to fight you right now to prove it.

So let me get this straight: The post in question wasn’t written by Kukla, but rather, someone from Kukla’s Clan?

I’m told I’m an introvert because I despise small talk so much. I seriously considered not going to my parents’ for Xmas dinner this year when I heard my aunt would be there and I knew I’d have to listen to the “how’s work?”, “what are your plans for the future?” I borderline find it offensive - like think of…

Manual transmission bros are like the Linux bros of the car world; they both like having to put more work into using their machine, they both consider this as having greater control over their machine, and neither will hesitate to lord it over everyone else with a smug sense of superiority.

Yeah, but this is classic Pacman, a man with ghosts to deal with. You sign a big deal to play football, you wake up in a hotel and can’t believe your eyes when they’re trying to arrest you, you stick your finger in somebody’s face and eventually you go out in a hail of gunfire. It’s the “Inky, Blinky, Pinky and Clyde.”