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I came to this article exclusively for the moral outrage and self-righteous guffawing it would spawn. Read more
Guarantee that Rousey double shank legs Coerria right off of a rear choke helix. If Coerria lasts through all of that, I’d be surprised if Rousey doesn’t immediately force a Janckman’s Plexus on her and shatter her buttonhook. Coerria’s only shot is a quick, accurate Miranda’s Reversal into a hog-nosed bat tap. Once… Read more
Antigone Bezzerides
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Your karaoke secret weapon: GO! Read more
I dunno, I kind of dug it. Being from Southern California, and having lived there most of my life, I thought it was interesting how they portrayed what’s actually behind the glitz and glamour facade everyone assumes is SoCal. There really are these seedy casinos and huge industrial complexes in the middle of broken… Read more
Somber silliness is part of what made this show a Whole Thing last year, sure, but only a part, a third at best, and the other two pieces of the Triforce—Matthew McConaughey’s superhuman ability to make goofball nihilism sing and a credulous, super-jazzed online mob vying to conspiracy-theorize the whole shebang to… Read more
Hi! Jorts/Shants Enthusiast Kevin Smith here. Read more
White chicken. Read more
“White chicken?” You schmuck. Read more
My son, all of three and half years, has been bombarded nonstop with Cleveland Browns garb and trinkets since birth. In fact, I’m staring at a picture of him wearing a Browns shirt with a caption that reads “Browns Fan for Life.” He’s smiling now but won’t be in about five years. God damn, that is a depressing picture.
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Love this article...as I feel the pain...my NL team was the Pirates and AL was the Indians growing up...so you can tell I’m also a NE Ohio native who never sees his teams win.
I watched the game last night knowing the outcome...and I wore a Browns shirt in the late 80s knowing the outcome of that shit bath also. Read more
“Run the Jewels, Run the Senate” Read more
We had guinea pigs when we were growing up (as pets, never as meals). They were fucking disgusting and I have no idea how my mother put up with it. The best (though by no means only) story from our decade-long run as guinea pig owners occurred when we decided to let one of the males (Peanut Butter) bunk in with one of… Read more