Have something to do with a tiny Christmas sweater?

But that ain't me on the surveillance video using his credit card in the liquor store bro. I wasn't there. They had a knife. I wasn't there.

His brain instantly thought "this will totally look badass if I point right now".

I don't think it's all that crazy. I have always said I left right before people got beat up and robbed.

Just yesterday I recall something like (cue dream sequence thingys).

No Shee-It.

They are the French that's who, as they clearly love "Chez Mix" also.

Boy, Gronk sure is watching that ball at the beginning like a freaking hawk.

We have been doing impressions all day of Goodell upon waking up this morning:

Let's go back to the station house. Rear naked choke each other.

Too late to get Rob Ryan to coach the NFC defense and have Garrett, or hell, even walking nutsack Jones to fire him at halftime?

That sorority exists. It's named France.

Well I rode over here in a Blazer. Does that count?

We're tired of putting this crap on before bed. You think we would tell Tiffani VanRiche-Biche? Oh HELL no.

Chex Mix looks like a badass, but will peter out. To pit nacho cheese doritos against cheese and crackers is a crime against humanity.

In college I rode my mountain bike to a restaurant/bar about five blocks from my apartment and proceeded to get hammered with a bunch of friends. On the way home I made it about 3 blocks, rounded a curve too sharp and landed in a ditch with some weeds. It felt comfortable, so I just laid there for a while, and fell…

Maybe. And she knows why Marc's his friends call him "Dirty".

Should have used the pic of the fans crying that left early. Something about breaking through a glass wall or something.

It's an old trick. Really a beef jerky stick.