“...it’s a bit like Taco Bell finding a way to put extra cheese and meat between the layers of the Cheesy Gordita Crunch. Yeah, we get where they’re coming from, but we don’t necessarily want to.”

I think we’re all overlooking his true crime, which was saying a bad word. This man clearly has no place in a civilized game that involves such gentlemanly pursuits as spitting and scratching one’s crotch.

Considering how stupid people who intentionally make the Nazi salute are, Hennessy must need to have somebody constantly following him around, reminding him to breathe.

Sounds like she had quite the hare-raising adventure.

He was just asking his good friend Tyne Daly if she was interested in playing some Mortal Kombat, what’s the big deal?

Soundtrack by Carly Rae Jepsen.

Thank U, Necks.

Sadly, the kid on the cover with the guitar couldn’t handle the pressures of showbiz and developed a crippling chocolate milk habit.

Every team in this tournament isn’t representing a school that views rabid homophobia and hatred of LGBTQ people as a fundamental principle of its mission.

As a Blazers fan, I find comfort in telling myself that at least we have a Curry.

It’s a good thing he made those free throws, because he ain’t got no alibi.

I always wonder if they ever got their sunshine back.

Wait, there are non-corrupt soccer moguls?

And they didn’t have creamy nougat centers! Well, maybe Porthos.

This is a textbook good news/bad news scenario.

It’s a metaphor for life.

It’s just Teller. There’s more to him than magic, you know.

Knowing William Henry Harrison primarily through the “Mediocre Presidents” song from The Simpsons, it always looks wrong that he died in thirty-one days instead of thirty.

So Coach K is the Pervy Sage? It all makes sense now.

If the Hall of Great Americans doesn’t include Nic Cage, I say we burn it to the ground.