his father (at left), who wrote Huck Finn.
his father (at left), who wrote Huck Finn.
Mr. Brenner, what you've just written is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever read. At no point in your rambling, incoherent post were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone on this site is now dumber for having read it. I award you no points, and may God have…
In other news, Omar Minaya has signed Meadowlark Lemon.
Wait til Enrique finds out she's engaged to Bernie Ecclestone
This is, by my count, Deadspin's 11th death-related post in the past month.
How long until he agrees to fight Jose Canseco?
Alice Cooper's Golf Monster Bookscanned 15,785 copies in hardcover and another 5,260 in paper. Not horrible, but I'm certain the book didn't earn out. Still, I'm sure some fucking moron will pay JT at least a half mil for this piece of rancid tripe.
Now that Rubio is an NBA man, he'll quickly be brought up to speed on the fine art of shaving. Points, that is.
Sebastian Janikowski is booked to attend a different kind of kicking camp this summer. It's called rehab.
Clark is just jealous that he was passed over to be the spokesman for Northville Detergent Rich Gas.
Daulton likes that guy's Skid Row tee shirt because he once did 18 to life in an alternate universe.
I ordered enchiladas and I ate em. Ollie had the fruit punch.
Somewhere, Nadav "The Dove" Henefeld is weeping in his cholent.
If HBO was smart, they'd fire Joe Buck and hand the show over to Lange. "Artie Lange Live" would be a true television event every time it aired.
I guess "joke writer" would technically describe the position Simmons held at Jimmy Kimmel Live. I say technically because nothing funny has ever been said on that show.
What's funny is that Pujols batted with the bases loaded about 2 minutes ago and flied out. He must have forgotten to visit Jose Canseco this morning.
King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella must be turning in their tomb.
We used to use those to funnel beers back in college, and we sure as hell didn't call it a vuvuzela. The word horn sufficed. Blowing a cheap plastic horn after funneling a beer was big fun, and resulted in vomit less frequently that one might expect.