When I get pissed off at someone, I don't remember their name.

YESSSSS!

The Portland Timbers' mascot is a dong shot of Greg Oden.

It's part of a Coors Light taste test campaign "Is it Budweiser or Toes?"

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This segment was followed by a breakdown of Jim Leyland hacking up some lung butter into the dugout drinking fountain between innings.

His other excuse is that she pulled out his eyebrows first, so she had it coming.

Must be able to lift, 50 lbs.

The good news is that he is now the frontrunner to take home all of the 2012 BET awards.

"It's a lot tougher to be on the sidelines. That's what I've learned."

Where's the hard crawl through jager-bombs and rusty nails? Where are the gallons of vomit-inducing liquor? There's no effort here. No heart. No story.

Who are these teams that leave their fans with sore bottoms?

Hunt for a beej was on Ben Roethlisberger's calendar every Friday night from 2002 - 2009.

Tim Howard finished his rant with "Also, fuck those White Sox. They let Ozzie Guillen manage that team, and he doesn't speak a goddamn word of English."

"Getting gutter mouthed with a fo" is how Mr. T described performing oral on a slightly below average looking woman.

"It's a black guy taking off his condom," Tiger explains.

The kissing Quiet Riot couple just wanted to cum on and feel the noize.

Optimus Prime flew in to do the eulogy.

The last time a Bam was this hollowed out, Morris had eaten a dozen laxatives in order to pass the cocaine filled balloons.

Like a G, 6.