At first I thought real, but then I realized it made too much sense. Funny, but not deranged in a real deranged way, cause whoever wrote it doesn't eat moths off the porch light while plotting revenge against his imaginary internet foes. One drunk guy's opinion anyway.

Shit, now I remember you mentioning this a while back when I pretended to take up for one of his comments. Any fall out from that? And you know he's reading this as we speak, don't ya blood?

One of it's creators in fact, but it was wise for him to leave off the Lighting Round of the 3rd period: Juggling jarred fetuses in formaldehyde. No one was going to top his record anyway.

I don't know what you're complaining about, makes perfect sense to me. Pink commenters have to audition, and when they get approved, no one can see their comments. Unless a starred commenter gets his star taken away, which then gives each pink commenter 47 thumbs up points. Once they accrue at least 234 1/2 points,…

Ah man, I was hoping it was something much cooler than that. Like Daddy McIlroy was secretly lucha libre legend, Papa Pálido.

Why the hell is Shane McMahon hanging out with Rory's dad at the US Open? Or have I blacked out again?

Now I definitely believe him, cause Angel is one of my favorites. He grew up basically as an orphan, had to kill chickens to stay alive, and taught himself golf in the process.

Well that just backs up everything I've been thinking. Now I really hope he wins by 20 as well. Thank you for that.

And +1 Hickey.

-1 God.

Yeah I've always loved Phil, but then I start hearing stories about the FIGJAM Phil. It doesn't really seem to match up, but now there's always a little something in the back of my mind. I guess that's why I'm rooting for Rory, as are many others. For me, especially since I'm getting older, it keeps coming back to,…

Golf DUAN:

But they can only whimper. Nothing more terrifying than a semi-retarded criminal's smug smile when he's realized he may have found a loophole. Kinda like when I realized old ladies aren't very fast, and the Werther's were ALL MINE.

I believe it may be my favorite show ever, but I can't be objective at the moment. Last week's episode was the first time I can ever remember yelling at my TV for a non-sports telecast. Now I have to read it.

Been at mine for over 10 years. Was vested on Feb. 1st, which I swore would be my last day, but when the economy faltered, many in my career path lost their job, so now, nofuckingidea. Can't wait for the feeling of freedom. And a new city would be grand. Hopefully they're not just illusions.

Ha. A soul patched stack and tilter that bangs Natalie Gulbis AND won the Masters thanks to Jesus' apparent golf fetish? One heck of a Johnson, indeed.

Sitting with?

Saw this at work and made a mental note to come back and +1.

It's weird, I sometimes feel pretentious for doing that, but when I learned how to strike out a comment, I felt like Stephen Hawking.