The X has folding rear seats.

I used to have a drinking game where with each pick you’d have to drink the difference between Kiper’s draft board and the actual pick. That was fun.

I’m not a Manning fanboy or anything like that but fuck this sanctimonious bullshit. Who the fuck are you to decide that the relationship between Mort, dying of cancer, and Manning, being nice to Mort dying of cancer, is anything but genuine. I get the branding aversion but really, who cares? If Deadspin offered up a…

It's more of a guideline than a rule.

Huge pet peeve; “corps” is pronounced “core”, like Marine Corps, not “corpse” which is a dead person.

Or a monkey tail

I throw in frozen shrimp, wait a minute, then throw in frozen peas. The shrimp give a nice brineyness and the peas are sweet to balance the salt.

“Make a touchdown?”

That’s some Iron Man level “where’d it all go?” shit right there.

It’s been true for a few generation labels, but the generation hitting the job market (at whatever place in time you want to pick since the 1970s) have had a distorted sense of entitlement. This would include my generation BTW. We expected big salaries, easy living, the freaking moon.

Juvenile! Juvenile? Juvenile.

Yep. Because that’s how terrorists roll. Always one upping each other, bragging about it on FaceBook.

I think it’s a perfect match. No one really hates RGIII Although Mike Shanahan seemed to by the way he ritually abused him. And no one not named Sam Wyche could really hate Cleveland anymore than you hate that adult dog with hip dysplasia that has no hope of making it out of the Humane Society.

And this

Yikes! And punitive damages haven't been awarded yet.

Only Wisconsin, huh? It must be in either the cheese, brats, or beer.

“And we’ll do that together too.”

He should see it from a monorail.

“Nice swing Point Break...”

“Nice swing Point Break...”