Trolympic
Trolympic
Trolympic

Don’t you mean Twice Staley?

As a Saints fan in Chicago, I am murdered twice daily.

He who throws with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.

I do not throw a baseball with my hand; I throw a baseball with my heart.

“Supervised visitation”

I wonder how many rehearsals they had to do before they were sure this wouldn’t end in horror.

The people, by a margin of 3 million, voted for Clinton.

Place your bets on how long until the New York fans/media remember that there was a reason Eli was benched in the first place and go back to ripping him.

His. Legs. Did. Not. Move. Scary shit.

I hope he still has the address of that coal mine.

She’s not going to intimidate me and make me back down.

You just don’t want to admit how much you like Hado Ken and Shoryu Ken.

Ken is rated too high.

Melania’s disdain for her husband and the endless shitshow he stirs up is obvious and her expression always looks annoyed. Of course if, as I believe, she is a Russian spy and part of Putin’s long con of Trump, it’s no wonder she can’t keep the look of disgust off of her face.

The center is hollow and filled with nougaty goodness. Mmmm. Nougat.

The Earth is not flat.

WELCOME TO DEADSPIN

They don’t have a decent quarterback, and the blame for that rests entirely with Elway.

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to this day not sure wich is worse Nina Or Houges daughter at the funneral