Johnny
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Johnny

"Oh, I almost forgot."

On being "roasted" by the mighty Sinbad:

I'm sorry—I'm drawn like a moth to the flame to the mosaic wordsmithery of Pat Coyle:

When your quarterback is as interesting as a butter knife, the quality of your ring ceremony emcee must correspond.

The second I saw this post's headline, my immediate reaction was genuinely, "oh man, I gotta go see if he's still available in either of my fantasy leagues!"

The Hillary Clinton campaign better hope this news doesn't fall into the hands of Obama's people. ("A female president might just get bored and quit!")

"...we think you know which restaurant chains to avoid."

Gooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaallllll...!!!!!

Now that baseball's swollen-skulled paragon of ethics, Barry Bonds, has weighed in on A-Rod's side, I guess that settles the matter.

Look for me. I'll be the guy in the Red Sox hat getting beaten half to death.

"(By the way, we are certainly the only people who remember that Woody Allen once made a TV movie with Michael J. Fox, Dom DeLuise and Blossom.)"

She took the Lord's name in vain! ("Jeez[us], it's cold".)

A female sportswriter? Now I've seen everything.

I can think of few things that I've ever found more frightening than that extended German tantrum. Bone-chilling.

"Boner_In_Your_Butt"?

Does that Jordan kid still play for Chicago? Boy shows a lot of promise.

If Fort Boyard could be conquered by high-fives, everybody would have won.

That video makes me cry...and not with laughter.

Kevin Bacon actually had a line on these women, but MJ cockblocked him. He's so rascally!