Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named. The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river. The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn. Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound. "Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever. It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin. "Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet. In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair. And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge. You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain. The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste. I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind. Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again. "Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up. Discipline is a journey.

They are finally taking off the hyena Pogba buried there.. Fairs.

Throw your hair in a bald, drink some bourbon, put on some stone temple pilots and get divorced

Sam Sarver scored a stoppage-time game-winning goal for FC Dallas last night at San Jose. Beer cans were thrown onto the field and Sarver grabbed one off the ground and shotgunned it. IMMEDIATE MLS heritage.

💣🚨 Nemanja Vidic on Lisandro Martínez: 🗣️ “I think Carrick should try Lisandro Martínez at DM in the remaining two games. He would be more effective there with his line-breaking passes, press resistance, scanning ability, positioning, and overall awareness. Vitinha is 5’8. Lisandro Martínez is 5’9. This could also give Heaven the opportunity to play as the left centre-back. Lisandro is technically good enough to handle the DM role, and honestly, I also think it could help reduce some of the injuries he picks up playing in defence.”

Baffles me how we're stressing for Casemiro's replacement when he's literally among us This was Martinez cameo in midfield at Villa Park by the way. Michael Carrick. You have one job.

billiards-esque mechanic for Ableton

You used to get two Italian kids and a black kid chillin like this back in the day over some weed and numetal. Now some nerds with podcasts ruined all that.

imagine seeing this and then immediately cracking open a domestic light beer

if you listen to crystal castles, you’re mexican

go back my boy or the next thing you do will be installing Microsoft Teams

GoldenEye 007 Pause Music But It’s Actually Three 6 Maria

Sometimes you just look at the News like WTF!?

Wigger mortis

It’s that man @Patrick_agyy again! 💥

I wanna go on the piss with Dorgie Best

Licha in the midfield. Pass it on.