When the ramen sensei said “I want you to quietly apologize to the pork,” I knew I’d finally found the title of my sex tape.

God gives his most virulent trypanosomiasis to his tiredest sleepyheads.

After his early run of violent films, it's nice to see Marty focus on a more positive, life affirming subject like the joys of athleticism.

Say what you will about post-apocalyptic Canada, but Toronto real estate prices are waaaayy more affordable.

Anya. ANYA. Chess and addiction are NOT LIVING DELICIOUSLY GIRL. Black Phillip owes you a refund.

These are the worst people I’ve ever met. I want to travel the world with them.