This seemed staged. I mean, look at all of those hired extras posing as "fans preparing to watch a game."

He looks about as excited as Riley Cooper at a Drake concert.

This guy knows he's going to be fine. After all, at Notre Dame, it's those on the other side of the camera that have reason to be worried.

Finally, Orlando gets a professional sports team.

The CDC had to show up after another report of resistant staff.

He should have his mouth washed out with soap.

[quietly closes browser window and goes about his day, never mentioning the tweet again]

"genius!" - Jerry Sandusky

where the hell are psycho Dodgers fans when you need them.

Annyong.

Its the bread, you can't get rolls that good anywhere else. Sorry, white bread hot dog rolls are not the same.

Sure, Nerlens Noel may be depressing, but who on Bourbon Street cares when New Year's is a week away.

And how does Mrs. Pu$$yMoneyWeed feel?

Nooo! There is a difference: the presence (or lack) of an Amoroso's roll. That is the secret ingredient!

A true gentleman would respect the code of the game and forfeit once the betting line is established.

Nah, I doubt that St. Louis would sign him. Their fans would never stand for a player who doesn't play the game the right way.

This bro's friend in the Chad Pennington jersey was only able to connect on three short punches, the fourth caused his shoulder to dislocate.

Hey, maybe if she didn't wanna get hit, she should have been born a man and then hit this guy even harder with her stronger, faster arms.

The mating ritual of the New Jersey male continues to mystify anthropologists.