Sean May: Yeah, well, the jerk store called and they're running out of YOU!

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In his defense, crimson-clad Jockish is about the only thing that would make anyone intent on selling their body hesitate.

I'm going to assume that the asparagus with hollandaise in that picture is for all the pedophiles and war criminals reading this.

As the name indicates, the audible didn't change the entire play, it just threw hundreds and hundreds of wrinkles right in the defender's face.

+1 yessir.

Mothers and recipes are not to be trifled with. Thanks, though.

Any body make/have a good recipe for a proper sweet potatoe souffle? Not the marshmallow and mashed sweet potato shit, but a real egg based souffle?

Bring them in something like this, and you might even be able to get out of dish duty.

Honestly, if you have the recipe, or if it's in a classic text, post it for all of us Phillistines. It doesn't sound any worse than mushroom soup and green beans.

Peas and Artichokes?

Four minutes later, the stadium popped right back up off the ground and kicked the penalty.

This is small potatoes. Remember how fucking awful it was when the microphone picked up all the ungodly Sledging during the 1991 Grammys?

Sam, I know there are more and more holidays being celebrated year after year, but I'm gonna draw the line at "Pitchers and Catcher's Report."

"That guy has the right idea. Just doing twelve-steps at a time and then heading back to the bottom takes FOREVER."

+1 you goof.

Clearly all these guys can dish the ball with great skill. But if you want to see the greatest deep disher, go watch Jamarcus fuck shit up at the local Godfather's.

(Sunday November 24, 1963.)

meh.

meh.