You can replace a keyboard. You can’t replace feelings.

Worked and grew up as a member at my local club. Club had rules against junior golfers (me at the time) being on the “course” after like 3pm. Went to the range one late afternoon when practically no one was at the course. Literally five cars in the entire parking lot.

You know who else was suppose to be the next Bob Dylan? That one guy in HS who walked around with an acoustic guitar and wore a puka shell necklace to go with his cargo shorts from Hollister.

premature ejaculation ftw

Questionable styling?

My nephew has a similar horn on his ride

Holy shit is that dick bag annoying. “Oooooh myyy goooood. Whaaaat are you doinnnng.” Makes it even funnier with his pathetic moped horn.

Make up your mind, assholes.

Kudos to the cameraman for not letting this douchenozzle cut in front of him to avoid being seen.

No one on the A’s wants to warm up with him because he takes 3.5 hours to loosen up his arm(s).

My friend is one of your biggest supporters in the fantasy baseball world. Don’t ask me why. Just thought you’d appreciate that anecdote.

*when you hear a song you like but can’t remember the name of it*

Chuck Blazer: Destroyer of Mediocre Monikers

About time this guy got himself a lead role

Testicle Festival?

“WUT A PHUN TERN”

Typo of the Century Nominee

new jailhouse barber must not be familiar with temps

Seriously, what’s the point of this ad? To show how fast Nike’s glove could look on your hand?

They can legally call this a coupe still? My head hurts.