Naw, Robocop holds right the fuck up. Verhoeven's black comedy about amoral corprate excess is still as pertinent today as when written, the action is still intense and the poor dude who got toxic-wasted is still as disturbing as fuck.

I'm kind of disappointed the Undertaker didn't show up, but you have to save something for Casino's Law 2.

"We do not have fatties in our state."

This little girl has now gotten more playing time with the Wolves this season than Shabazz Muhammad.

Sad ending though, she was never claimed and now is the property of Mormon Enterprises, LLC.

Remember the Moonlight Butterfly? Pretty relaxing for a Dark Souls boss fight.

I like to think we're all doomed to a slow and possible endless descent into ruin. In our own special ways.

You just hate fun, don't you?

Yikes, now he's really earned his Fallon d'Floor award.

I can't find the comment—or maybe someone tweeted it—but whoever said his arms perpetually look like Michael Jordan's at the end of Space Jam was totally right.

It's amusing to read the Greek news reports chronicling his NBA adventure, especially the part where they refer to his team as the "Milwaukee 250.6067514893 Drachmas."

The incredulous appeal to his teammates shows that Austin is acquainted with another well-known river, denial.

I've heard of this before, but I always assumed it was young Frenchmen calling Vincent Cassell "Le Bro" and high-fiving about him marrying Monica Bellucci.

Messi's suit game tho.

His running style certainly has some punch to it

When asked what the secret to his success was, Marshawn placed a hand in his pocket and reached for a pack of Skittles before promptly being gunned down.

Poor Humphries. Dude's gonna be a huge public laughingstock now.

As long as it's not Gus.