More like B.S. Eliot, am I right?

“Reading your work made me feel like a patient etherized upon a table. Best of luck in your future endeavors!”

Now I’m thinking about the horrors of “intergluteal drift.”

I have to say, I respect your choice of screen name!

I’m not sure I’d want to see Intergluteal Cleft opening for anyone.

Sounds like a musical term, doesn’t it?

No doubt the former veep’s spelling skills were atrocious, but your math skills when calculating Mr. Figueroa’s age seem a bit faulty as well! 12 + 27 (years ago) = 39.

Do you know how much that stuff costs in the souvenir shop?

Exhibit #7,432 for why I’ll never start.

I look forward to watching Jackie Earle Haley portray him in “Bangs And Changs: The Mark Davis Story.”

Mark Davis always looks like a former child star who’s fallen on hard times.

This is how the pros do it. #Yahtzee

Reminds me of one the best exchanges from A Hard Day’s Night:

And if it HAS to be a specific song, couldn’t it be “Just A Gigolo?”

It’s kind of a prerequisite, is it not?

I’ve gotten hooked on rugby sevens, myself. The pace of play is excellent.

The real shame is that, despite being rugby union, Edwards’ try was only worth four points at the time, regardless of how goddamned transcendent it was. And he was probably kicking himself (no pun intended) for missing on the conversion, too.

That reminds me! It’s time for my annual enjoyment of this radio segment:

“WHY? Why did my parents name me that? Curse you, Mr. and Mrs. Source!”

I’ve been following Deadspin faithfully since 2005. (Jesus, really? Huh.) I’ve even been fortunate enough, thanks to Will, to add some of my own crappy, amateur writing to the old “Pants Party” catalog. (Pete Gaines, aka “petejayhawk” and I contributed factoids for our respective alma maters — Kansas and Villanova —…