Oh, boy. I'm only about 60 pages into the book (drunk driving is hilarious!) but I can already tell that it has it all. Except, um, a table of contents.
Oh, boy. I'm only about 60 pages into the book (drunk driving is hilarious!) but I can already tell that it has it all. Except, um, a table of contents.
What those Jets fans don't know is that those $8.50 meatball subs were made from the flesh of Blair Thomas.
Eagles fans are worse. They're just as entitled without ever having—you know—won anything. They can also all go fuck themselves.
What's a man of your pop's irascible wit doing in a sleepy little bullshit town like San Diego?
This excerpt would have been much better if it wasn't dedicated to cruelty, speed and journalistic dishonesty.
Man, you can tell just by looking at that dude that he hates Jews.
Thinking of "bad sex" reminds me of that classic line from Manhattan:
Hey, thanks for the attribution. 'Preciate it: [deadspin.com]
Kenny Bania would totally use that glove bit.
Batting helmets are optional at The Hot Corner, it would appear.
At least Ginny can't take his Super Bowl ring.
Looks like TBL just got Gary's Old Town Taverned.
Can anyone explain why they haven't at least kicked the tires on Mark Jackson? Gotta think he's a guy who could at least recruit the area pretty successfully.
Best A-Hole Coach Digest ever