Speaking of cocksucking monkeys, game 2 has reminded me how much Trent Dilfer makes me want to crawl out of my skin and punch myself in the face over and over until I can’t hear Trent Dilfer anymore.

That has to be one of my fav McCartney songs. No music posting for me tonight. Visiting the rents in rural, Tenn, and stepdad has slow, nearly dialup technology. Yay. That and seven episodes of black and white western shows today. I'm ready to open a vein.

In a few weeks we’ll find out Kostek is actually 40 cans of Bud Light in a wig.

Somehow, that tweet a few days back taunting Roger Goodell about the court ruling doesn’t seem like the best decision now.

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TAUNTING SOMEONE WEARING THAT UNIFORM?!? YOU LOOK LIKE A FUCKING MORAN IN ALL ORANGE!!

Coach must have a bad temper if it takes only one Kelvin to make him reach the boiling point.

Why the comma?

Janice Dickinson was a fucking supermodel.

Nick Kyrgios really needs to learn some manners.

You know what sounds more like a money hustle to me? This Hot Take. When’s the last time Damon Wayans did anything even remotely culturally relevant? Sit the fuck down, Major Payne.

Nah, they don’t really fuck with black people.

....and my axe!

Maybe leave comedy to those with talent.

I am so alone.

Well I mean. My gross body brings me a lot of happiness too.

Bold statement.

It's worth noting that they're both Terps. Still, I don't know why this makes Kurkjian squeal like a distressed pig.