Pigfeet
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Pigfeet

And the DJ at said Waco titty bar is known as David Caress.

Horse.

We can now confirm that LSU cursed the Clippers.

Now all of these DC fans can get behind the exploits of DC United, but they’re bitches, so they won’t.

You only say that because you love (LOVE!) bespectacled Frenchmen.

I was once trying to take a Spirit flight from Ft. Lauderdale to Atlanta that continued to be delayed every hour, seemingly on the hour, until it was cancelled.

Ultimately I wound up renting a car and driving back instead of risking round two with these fuckers.

There’s a warm hole for everyone.

Given that they put themselves in the position to be filmed doing a bunch of vile, stupid shit, I’d say that they’ve earned the public shaming.

And to think that they’ll see the wrongs of their ways is very hopeful, but like you, I hope that they somehow will. Sadly, the fratty-bro echo chamber they exist in will

Dat ass.

He can probably hit as well as Rey Ordonez could.

Death, taxes, and Billy’s shitty articles.

You just had to bring facts into Billy’s hot take, didn’t you?

There will be no soft balls when these tigers get in the bed.

That’s where I met my ex-girlfriend.

My take on the new livery:

Whom does Tiger call first: Gianna Michaels, August Ames, or Lisa Ann?

Cotto was robbed.

The MRA life is a tough life.

It’s much like when a dude talks up his sexual prowess for 3.5 hours, only to provide two minutes of action.

Don Lemon smelled marijuana, obviously.