Star this once for agreement. Want to star more as a Saints fan.

He’s still pretty popular for that, but then again, so are the Lafitte brothers.

There are/were rumors the British knew and went ahead anyway, just to add one last ass-kicking for good measure. Turned out to be their only loss of the war.

One just tastes better.

They’re almost to 11!

Are you perhaps referring to the time the Chiefs beat the saints in OT despite never leading in regulation, tying with 0:00 left, and the first lead in OT was their first lead of the season?

Oh, ok. Carry on then.

How . . . do you know the dog’s spelling? Did the dog correct you?

Ima guess DeAngelo Evans.

Two questions:

I sub out milk for Italian dressing. Way better.

That book was great, and legit terrifying.

Problem with the fly is you get some unplanned wandering during the day, usually at the worst possible times.

So then, between Fly, Button Fly or No Fly, which is easier to pee through/over while holding a Hot Dog Sandwich?

Now I want the NBA Three-Point Contest to feature a rack of foreign objects to shoot: golf balls, eggplants, severed human heads, etc.

Marvin probably had to go “take care of a guy.”

Done. I’ll even study the script.

God I want that job.

You mean celery salt . . .

Malort is a better shot than, say, most tequila.