The left hand holding the drink by the ripped jean knee was always the key.

Yes you can... although it is really the music prepared for her to warble over and dance to. As for her tweets... stopped clock twice a day and all of that.

Drake has no known grudge against his man-parts. Why on this earth would he bother with Jennifer Lopez?

Seriously.

He is too nice a guy to have her go Maid in Manhattan so other than that?

She really wants to be the new Granny Madge too much. Quite sad.

This, like virtually every cork removing device, is a tool for social peasants and lazy folks everywhere.

A simple leveraged screw, or double leveraged, is the only dignified and decent way to open a bottle of wine. All else is a capitulation of France vs Germany 1940 proportion.

If a waiter comes to my table with…

Not really sure how much this dominant hand issue matters in football. Besides the fact you learn to catch with both hands, he is a righty who played some baseball and caught that ball with his left hand all of the time. Superb stuff either way mind you.

Moist pro post. Deserves more stars.

Meh... That’ll buff... alo right out.

See: Tom Delay.

Folks have learned that this is the picture that will follow them for decades and so you smile for the camera. Recall that serial pedophile Michael Jackson even got to wear his make-up and fake nose for his mug-shots.

Turn in your card now and go cheer for Boston or Toronto. Nice to see Price sending a message to the other teams, his team0mates and the league.

She is to good dancing what Trump is to good hair. She has the rhythm of a dog falling out of a tree in an earthquake and the self awareness of a landfill.

I stand by my comments. Shall we meet for discussion on the plains of the Serengeti? Pick your place and time. See you there.

Yeah... wrong. While Hippos are miserable and awfully territorial fucks, the lovely Elephant is way more likely, as is the African (or poorly called Cape) Buffalo to kill you than a Hippo.

Ghosts? Surely you mean Sky-Fairies. They rebranded the Holy Ghost to Holy Spirit years back. Get with the programme!

...he imagined himself as the Aaron Rodgers to Tom Brady’s Brett Favre, and that he and Bill Belichick would go win a handful of Super Bowls.

Your research is correct and, I might add, exticulent!

Is that an Imperial Storm Trooper that keels over under the uprights at 8 secs in? Might explain a few things.

Exticulent commentary.

Given the tenor of this post I am disappointed that the word ‘boot-licker’ (or even booty-licker) was nowhere to be found. No doubt this team would be the shit though.

Kevin Hatcher came flying off the ice after a pre-game skate and caught me square as I was zipping across the rink bowels with some wireless kit on my way to our booth. He laughed before I even hit the concrete and who could blame him? Total yard sale. Still can’t imagine what it would feel like if he wanted to crush…

One cannot compare hockey to basketball on any level of tough-guyness. Defenseman Randy Gregg once stitched a team-mate’s face while both were on the bench during a game. Nobody batted an eyelash as it were in that Gregg was a doctor in addition to being a Cup winner five times over.

With all due respect to the…