I watched him miss just about every single layup he attempted in Game 7. I couldn’t help but think, “You can take the player off of the Sixers...”

Seconded.

Worst. Blumpkin. EVER.

Nothing inspires like the classics!

Darn tootin’.

If Robinson was anything like my parents when they caught me with cigarettes, they make me take every last one of those Xanax just to teach me a lesson.

Seriously. What if Pac-Man was female? Can you imagine?

Beat me to it, you magnificent bastard.

According to my SkyView app (which is awesome), the other night I was staring at Mars, Jupiter and Saturn, all hanging around the moon’s part of the sky.

I... HAVE HAD... ENOUGH... OF YOU!

It shut down?!? I went in 2007 and had a blast!

Neither do I.

I like the tall ladies, I do. :)

I'll drink to that!

I wouldn’t have the balls to sue someone that large.

And our national anthem’s melody is based on an old British drinking song, “To Anacreon In Heaven.” (The Anacreontic Song)

If she decided “fuck it” and starting singing “My Country, ‘Tis Of Thee,” could we grant her political asylum?

With certain exceptions (Bettany, Freeman, Cumberbatch, Urban), these Marvel movies are becoming to American actors what the Harry Potter films were to British actors: eventually every single one will make an appearance somewhere.

The Power of Positive Yardage

Who cares what a bunch of anonymous people think about your tastes and opinions? Screw them and keep enjoying what you like.