Frank Viva confesses that, when he started on this week’s cover, “I knew nothing about golf, apart from lugging my grandfather’s clubs around when I was five years old.” But that did not deter him from sketching an idea: “A well built man in his prime, a very professional and proud kind of guy, takes a swing with all of his skill and power, and he misses. Everybody—he, the dog, the crow—is expecting to see the ball flying through the air, and there it is. It’s gone maybe a foot and a half.”
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Yes, we have a saying in my country about people like him: The coyote of the desert always likes to eat the heart of the young, where the blood drips down to children for breakfast, lunch and dinner, only the ribs will be broken in two.
“Even if the words, the fantasies, and the desire are all there, there s this awful policeman who is also there, alive”
Awful Policeman™ ain’t havin’ none of this crazy shit.
Lesson learned, gnome.
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Like a boss.
These boxes need a hero.
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Fuck your old window frame on top of book stacks coffee table.
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I imagine further down the road there’s a taxi with a salmon in the back, and the bear jumped in and shouted “Follow that cab!”
Bear taxi is by far my favorite image of the day.
Only in Canada.
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Thanks for the invite: why Foursquare is my favorite social network. For bullshitting.
“Missouri Loves Company”
This might be my favorite ESPN headline of all time.
