Thanks. That sounds utterly delightful.

Sitting in George Fucking Bush Intercontinental Fucking Airport with nothing to do. Found out my company will pay for me to join one of those airline clubs with the fancy lounges. So, for anyone who flies out of Boston frequently: which airline club should I join? Nobody really seems to use Logan as a hub, so I have…

For the first time, Ben was on the receiving end of a gag order.

Whether it's playing the national anthem or instigating, I say keep moody Blues off the ice.

Sure, it starts with just touching his knee, but before you know it, everyone's horsing around in the showers.

I found this exchange to be quite humorous.

I think as long as you steer clear of this, you're in good shape.

Prostitute? Bag boy? Garbage man? For the love of God, you people, I have a PhD.

Yeah, but like, how far beforehand? We talking weeks or minutes?

+1

Ch-ch-ch-changes DU!AN

Godspeed, A.J., and good luck following in Will's footsteps as a writer of important books.

Sorry, Ron, but I still think it was a bad idea for you to go to that press conference wearing a shirt that advertises the official wireless provider of the Second Mile.

Bear with my conspiracy theory for a moment...

I will confess to harboring a rigid worldview that can make it hard for me to see things through another man's eyes.

Standing behind James, Brian Futrell watched James shoot at some targets.

Amendola had a feeling that this particular reporter would be sympathetic to his Sandusky's claims that the facts of the case were not as black-and-white as they appeared.

"The charges against my client are, much like my client's average workday, completely and utterly baseless."

That's really good.

He has a very minor skin condition. He's supposed to cure it by rubbing his arms with vaginal cream.