“PS. Somebody call a toy company.”

Kinja, we need a button for two stars.

Spot on, for the most part. One of the things that really stood out in this one (and is, of course, an issue in others) is the inconsistent writing/plot. It always feels like characters are making huge personality shifts or there’s a missing piece of information we should have already learned. A couple of lines have…

This is why you never take your helmet off.

Joe approves.

While I’m no great lover of the Hobbit trilogy, this (predictable) information almost makes me appreciate the movies more. Through all the crap — and including it — they are somehow watchable. Of course, this also explains a good deal of the flaws.

Jesus Having Sex Christ, he's good at bball.

Letters to the editor are like Internet comments sections bundled into a Werther’s Original.

Despite the unis, Spurs look like a bunch of pussies.

Clearly, the Brownes. Sadly, the rivalry has lost punch as Cleavland nobly tries to return to prominence. Ironically, the olde Brauns, the current Baltimoore Raivens are now the Stealers’ primar — ah fuck, I can’t do this anymore. Get your shit together, Asheville.

The Pittsburgh Steelers, sure. The Pittsburg Steelers? Got no heart, need help in their secondary, LBs can’t bring the heat. Health is an issue, too. Hope is lost on that sideline. Hell, the home crowd hardly causes hearing problems when hosting historic rivals.

Ah, yea read a little quickly. Comment stands that Teddy was basically a superhero. Thanks for catching that.

Hey! Stop being rational! ... Wait, no, keep it up!

If TR outlawed it then it must have been more lethal that an Andrew Luck burp. That president shit titanium and read Joyce like Dr. Seuss.

Happening way too fucking much.

Remember the Duggars. The mind can do all sorts of mental gymnastics to avoid a cognitive dissonance.

Reading comprehension must be pretty low in Sunday school in that town.

Just when you think you can’t be disgusted by humanity any further...

Andrew Luck taking off his helmet and breathing probably adds 10 percent to humidity.

It’s rainin’ men