He’ll be OK. Dalton’s baggage always seems to find him in the first round of the playoffs.

Well, at least it’s not the worst thing to fall out of a Bengal’s pickup truck.

Here, me: I make the coaching motions with my noise mouth. The brain is where I live. I am crouched on the rim of the sun, observing humanity. I am the potato lotus, flowing. My beams are the beams of my teams, shining into their humanity from benches and boxes. Will I teach them the secrets of the trapezoid? I will…

The best part is when the video stopped before Ray Romano came on.

I wonder if he could hear Jay Leno making jokes on the other side of the curtain when he decided to walk off.

Rugby does this, the “penalty try,” and it really helps clean up play near the try line.

I’m not on a jury and this is not a trial. This cockface has spent the last 5 years in the public eye convincing every person with a functioning brain that he is perfectly capable of doing exactly what he is accused of doing here. If he ever goes to trial, he will get the benefit of the doubt there. He doesn’t get it…

I hope she gets the help she needs.

In lieu of the standard “I hope he gets the help he needs”, I will offer the same “fuck you” I gave to Greg Hardy.

This all looks bad, but at least he hasn’t dabbed on the football field. That would be classless.

Some advice for the next time you want to post.

Alright, let’s recap the last few days between the two of us:

Man, this article is just full of ads telling people to get fucked.

Well, we already know he’s drinking piss.

Cam blew it, but so did Peyton.

For real though, cash bar weddings are enough to end a relationship and doom a marriage.

You have strange tastes, this is a better Aston than recent Astons.