He already spent time in AAA this year— there's no reason to go to Houston.

That photo will be a silent "I told you so" when she fucks a used car salesman in a few years.

If a London franchise isn't named either the Fog or the Crown Jewels—well, that's an NFL I'm not going to call the next day and you can forget about prom.

How rough could it have been? I mean, third degree assault and second degree strangulation? I expected a little more from a varsity letterman.

Ferrell's family has hired Florida attorney Christopher Chestnut, who represented Robert Champion, the FAMU drum major who died in a 2011 hazing incident. "If Mr. Ferrell was not black or brown—but more of a reddish hue, like myself," Chestnut said, "wouldn’t [police] have asked him a few questions before showering…

You touched on it briefly but responsible antibiotic use—starting in the hospitals—is a big deal. The antimicrobial stewardship program that a hospital of any decent size will have reviews the use and, more importantly, the misuse of certain classes of drugs/disease states and makes recommendations and substitutions…

C.J. Spliffer

Will Leitch and Tommy Craggs are busily confirming their reservations for Homecoming at U of I.

Pinky in—pinky out. Doesn't matter as long as you come with the knuckles.

Alternate title of this piece is "The basement where I was held captive".

Looks like Harbaugh and I use the same masturbation technique.

I guarantee Hamburg sees the Wile E. Coyote formation in the rematch next season.

Jim Harbaugh just became a Skins fan. "Come with the knuckles" indeed.

Everybody's looking for a handout.

Come on—Saban only had the kids for six hours. That's not even kidnapping in all the states.

He should play for Obstructed Viewmont High! Amirite?

Blue chest?
Blew chest.

Blue chest?
Blew chest.

You can't really tell that it's him because, well, you know.

New Yorkers are spoiled—you can't ever find a cab in St. Louis.