I’m not even being dramatic, this was the best dining experience of my entire life.

.@BBC adding mountains to the green screen background of Houston is one of the most dubious things I’ve ever seen

Thank you Texas. The hospitality here is something else.❤️

BBC added some much needed mountains to the Houston skyline. Not bad. Not bad at all.

How bad is the food in the UK to where Golden Corral is a revelation?

A massive 71,054 in attendance in Houston! 🤩

🏟️🇺🇸 O NRG Stadium, em Houston, é simplesmente absurdo. Os estádios desta Copa do Mundo estão em outro nível. 🤩

The reason Japan fans clean the stadium after each game. Respect. 🤝🇯🇵

Coming back for season 5????

🚨 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 👏 Japanese fans ran onto the famous Shibuya Crossing in Tokyo to celebrate their draw against the Netherlands. They celebrated for only 40 seconds while the pedestrian light was green. 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔 𝘿𝙄𝘿 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘽𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙆 𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙄𝘾 𝙍𝙐𝙇𝙀𝙎! 😭🇯🇵 The moment the light turned red, everyone stopped celebrating and returned to the sidewalk. 😂👏

There will be no private DMs. People want transparency and accountability so we’re going do this right here in public. You can start by apologizing to all impacted and then reimburse them all of their expenses with extra flight credit/money for the trouble caused.

Una niña estaba llorando en el metro, y estos borrachos decidieron hacerla sonreír cantando Baby Shark

HOUSTON OMG

A whole decade ago??? 😭😭😭

Is Yordan Alvarez the frontrunner for AL MVP right now? Stats through 70 games ⬇️ .321 AVG 24 HR 54 RBI 1.092 OPS

FIFA World Cup is healing my timeline ❤️‍🩹

USA. A hibachi restaurant. My American friends brought me here to enjoy the cuisine of my homeland, and I witnessed a ritual I have never seen in eight hundred years of being Japanese. The chef stacked onion rings into a tower. He filled it with oil. And he set it on fire. "THE VOLCANO!" my friends cheered. They knew the ritual. They had seen it many times. In Japan, I have eaten ten thousand meals. No one has ever built me a volcano. I said nothing. A guest does not question the ceremony. "Is this how they do it back home?" my friend asked, glowing with joy. "...The technique is flawless," I said. A samurai may retreat. He may not lie. He may, however, aim the truth very carefully. Then the chef flicked a shrimp through the air at my face. "Catch it!" the table roared. In my land, food is set before you with two hands and an apology for the wait. Here, the shrimp attacks. I caught it. With my mouth. The table erupted. The chef saluted me with his spatula. I have received medals with less pride. "You're a natural," the chef said. "My family has trained for this for generations," I said. It was not technically a lie. We trained. Just not for this. My friends drove me home, full and happy, honored to have shown me my own country. A man does not question the volcano. He catches the shrimp. Whatever this cuisine is, wherever it was truly born — the fire is real, the joy is real, and I caught what was thrown at me. That is Japanese enough.