Since the Expos started winding down — before the actual move, but after it was blindingly obvious that the team wasn’t long for this world — I stopped following baseball altogether. These days I’m an obsessive, season-ticket holding Oilers fan, but I sometimes wonder if I’d continue to watch hockey if I moved away from [...]
Pringles are not potato chips despite, you know, saying they are right on the package. That elastic hairband you bought from the Dollar Store? It may be ribbed for her pleasure. Aliens are so fucking badass they use the moon as their flying saucer. Bananas, being marvels of human agricultural ingenuity, are not the “atheist’s [...]
The Ig-Meister is back in the hizzouse, as the hip Slovenian kids say. Now get back to work! Those deadbeats aren’t going to write their own third and final notices, you know.
Kick ass.
Can’t you leave me alone? Why must you flood my comments section with your endless wittery? Don’t make me use the hammer!
From “Prostate Cancer Drug Can Prevent Bone Loss“. You just know that the editor of this piece is like, 12 years old.
Note the hot face-poking action (it’s big in Japan):
I had a TOBOR. God, how I miss TOBOR.