The Patriots can ship Jesus Christ himself over to the Jets with high confidence the Jets will wear him out, fuck him over and leave him demoralized enough to go back to Heaven with his tail between his legs before you can say “Easter.”

I liked the pizza take, even though I had pizza for dinner last night.

Oh, and can someone rehire Stef for Jalopnik, please?

My pizza take is good, thank u

If you can do it without doing so without insulting them based their gender, race, religion, etc, yeah.

Hey Eddie! I was reading Alanis’s piece because holy crap the vitriol she and her fellow women car journalists get compared to the stuff I get as a woman covering tech and nerd stuff is incredible (and I love her coverage of the subject).

Valiant attempt at diminishing the subject being discussed, boi.

But the way in which women and female-presenting people get trolled and abused online is different. Their experience, expertise and advice gets discounted on the basis that they are women. They get called all sorts of gendered slurs, and plenty of unsolicited offers for sex. Their very existence in this arena is…

No. It’s not just run of the mill trolling. 

No surprise that Tillman Frittata only cares about collecting more eggs.

HE IS ON PACE FOR 328 POINTS THIS SEASON!*

I haven’t been this mad at Cousins since Grandpa died without a will.

mods are asleep, post alfa content

. . . live in a van down by la rivière . . .

These fan clubs are overwhelmingly anti-fascist, but your statement isn’t wrong otherwise. There are strong movements both fascist and anti-fascist in European soccer. Take a look at St. Pauli for a good example of the latter.

My guess is that they will leave it 2.4 NA, as least in the standard trim. Subaru spends a lot of effort pushing its brand in motorsports and to have a 2.4 Turbo as standard would disqualify the car from competing in production class stage rally. As of the 2019 ARA rule book, the limits are 2.5L NA and 1.6L turbo for…

IT’S A TRAP!

My mom’s theory is that it’s the Detroit water.

Naw, man, you just lean over the plate and have a stack of napkins ready for your hands.