This will only lead to the softening of our one remaining masculine stronghold. Pretty soon our toughest linemen will be going off for retreats in comfortable bungalows in the woods...
“You just hope he adds some meat on his frame if he wants to go pro. Maybe he gets some heft from his mother, probably one of those video gals we got down here in Atlanta. What? What did I say now?”
Martinoli continued, “And then Herrera threw bottles all over the concourse and his daughter tossed a cup of urine at me as I talked to the TSA official.”
At least they learned something from Hulk Hogan and aren't calling each other Bagger.
Spicy hot take, but needs more tripe.
And that the fucking remedial chant is so easily thrown back in our face. Even my 4-year old thinks it's funny to say "J-E-S-T", and that little bastard can't even read.
Three years ago, Mark fucking Sanchez threw the ball to Tim fucking Tebow on a flat route and hit him in the back of his helmet.
"Tell me about it." - Mama Cass
Said Carmelo Anthony, never.
Reporter: “Coach, your line is looking strong this offseason. With so many options, how will you decide who to start.”
Someone has to make sheet cake for ceremonies.
Need to take that game 3D!
The drink is made on Saturday but Billy doesn’t bother to drink it until Monday.
Still feeling the pain from devastating strikes: Cecilia Santiago (2015), Pearl Harbor (1941), Air Traffic Controllers (1981).
Can we talk to Drunkspin about creating a cocktail called the Bicycle Kick? What would be in it?
Did we lose a war? That’s not America. That’s not even Mexico Thailand.
1337 Me in St. Louis
It’s Monday night?