With all the bullshit going on today, a video game where you get to shoot Nazis in all sorts of creative ways is exactly what we need!

Even John McEnroe’s like “You cannot be serious.”

What is is with former Axis powers and weird porn? You have German porn and then there’s Japanese tentacle hentai...

Who was the suit, on the 11th floor of some glassy, gilded skyscraper, who bypassed several security officers, took an elevator to a sterile meeting room, sat down with his well-groomed colleagues and assistants and announced, “Yes, definitely. We would love to produce a fighting anime about women smashing their asses…

Gunshow Poophole is a good name for a band.

No, you’re thinking Waukesha.

Feigin revealed his grandiose ambitions to make the Bucks an institution on parallel with the Packers

Hunter is named after “Wild” Bill Hunter, the franchise’s founder, and he’s a lynx—perhaps because the Oilers are so used to being among the first teams to hit them each spring.

The last time a bunch of Trojans failed like this, my friend became a daddy.

“You’re finished, Lokai! We’ve got your kind penned in on Cheron into little districts, and it’s no good to change. You’ve combed the galaxy and come up with nothing but mono-colored trash, do-gooders and bleeding hearts. You’re dead, you half-white!”

Spread Eagle? Seriously? You guys do know there’s a town in Marinette County, Wisconsin called Beaver, right? And its actually right next door to Pound Town. Yes. I am absolutely goddamn serious.

I’m convinced that Capers has pictures of Mike McCarthy and other Packers front office staff or something.

Fixed that headline for you, Barry.

“Julian! Julian! Fuckin’ Ricky’s drunk off swish and making Corey and Trevor have pepperoni sword fights!”

Could be worse. He could be pitching for the Brewers.

I can’t believe I sat through Godzilla’s Revenge on Comet last night. I kept asking myself why MST3K didn’t riff on that stinkburger.

It was almost a textbook Dom Capers 4th Quarter Collapse (TM)