Yesterday, the cat went out back, killed a rabbit, and ate half of it. Then he came back into the house and threw up over my foot and the carpet.

+1 title pedant.

Here - this aged about as well as your Eagles.

This just in: Harbaugh, reportedly, does not like green eggs and ham.

Major congratulations!

Heading way outside the box. If you're not familiar with Uilleann piping: this is scary good:

This is the best pair of comments I've read in four months.

Yardbirds! Haven't heard from them in years. How to sound great while out of tune:

For 15 years, Mrs. Feet (from Russia) observed me fevered end-of-August yard work and assumed that Labor Day was the holiday when Americans did extra labor.

Live streaming (!!) the Syracuse-Villanova game up here in the Northeast. The Audubon Society really ought to sponsor field trips to spot the Greater Delusional College Football Fan. S.U. returns zero offensive line starters with an average weight of 230 pounds; the QB has a Wonderlic score of NaN, and the kicker once…

Just back from a week's vacation in Orlando. Note: my next visit to Disney will be at gunpoint. Mental soundtrack:

Here, or every Google image search ever.

Dude, who the fuck is making your sangwidges? In the civilized world, vanilla goes in the middle.

Why is it that in the Neapolitan container, only the vanilla tastes like freezer burn? Also, fuck strawberry.

You know where I had good Greek yogurt? In fucking Greece, that's where. Have yet to find a decent replacement here in NY.

I work in an office full of jersey-wearing, beer-swilling Sox fans, 300-pounders to a man. So it occurred to me to ask what was wrong with the tweet. Every one of them, without exception, referred to the team as "we" or "us". Stopped listening after the pronoun, so I'm still not sure what the problem was.

Miller Lite, Harpoon, Brooklyn, Goose Island, Founder's

Tell me the neighborhood and I'll tell you what they're buying.

Clint Malarchuk wouldn't have missed a shift.