The fact that there’s basically no marketing for the team is no coincidence, man.

The ironic thing is that Marshawn Lynch represents everything that chuds used to complain was missing from pro sports. He loves playing football, shows that love with how he plays, is a genuinely interesting and thoughtful person, dislikes and distrusts the media and the more commercial aspects of the sport, and…

The ultimate goal is to beat the shit out of them. They’re responsible for their own fucking conversion.

If you really want to keep pushing this master race thing, you should probably get the hang of “jumping” and “getting punched less often” and “not crying into your phone after acting hard on Vice.”

You’re assuming you can talk a Nazi out of being a Nazi. Or a racist out of being racist. In my experience, that’s not how that works. Not that I’m all for punching people, but if you’re gonna punch anyone, it might as well be a Nazi.

As satisfying as that punch surely felt, it just strikes me as the wrong move. Like, yeah, that’s definitely going to make him see your side of the argument. Am I just naive or isn’t the ultimate goal to talk to them enough so they, like, aren’t Nazis anymore?

Capitals and Nationals fans, holy shit that’s brutal.

One thing people who don’t live in or near DC should understand about this: The percentage of people who are Caps-Skins-Wiz-Nats fans is pretty small, even among people who are fans of all four sports. There’s a bunch of adjacent but somewhat segregated social, economic and frankly racial groups that vote for one or…

Class ring. Yup. Those Josten’s people are laughing all the way to the bank on the backs of unsuspecting sophomores wearing shitty looking decoder rings.

Let’s remember some money rackets from high school:

I empathize. I suffered a “clean break” of the heart in my junior year of high school, when my girlfriend dumped me on the first day of school. It didn’t heal in time for me to ask anybody else to enjoy any of the dances or social activities that I actually wouldn’t have gone to, anyway, had they accepted.

I believe that thing that’s off would be the existential dread and self-loathing that comes from having sold her soul (and touched his gnarled orange nubbin) to obtain wealth.

I assume replacement parts for a fembot are pretty bespoke and expensive. Much cheaper and easier to hire a Mexican non-union equivalent to go to the dangerous places and get shot at.

Speaking of conspiracies, not enough has been made of the fact that Trump’s daughter and son in law own 666 5th Avenue.

I can’t wait to see forgotten programs such as, Pasadena, Dads and The 2005 World Series.

Gotta love how many people still think it’s perfectly acceptable to use a term that compares someone being upset to the physical pain a man might feel after being raped by another man. You be you, dude.

+1

Peterson has said that there are no hard feelings. In fact, the Saints extended an olive branch that he subsequently beat his child with.

That sure looks like a man who weighs over 225 pounds, in full pads, jumping almost twenty feet through the air.

I think you’re overestimating Florida man.