Road trips were a big deal in my family. Whenever we were getting to ready to embark on one, my dad would check the fluids and tire pressure, make sure the windshield was clean, etc. We’d all pile in the car, ready to go, and inevitably my pops would jump out of the car because he had to use the bathroom. The guy…

Stef, have you slept, or are you just posting until the checkered flag?

Jorts, Birkenstocks and a football jersey. Also known as the holy trinity of Florida Man fashion.

The real crime being committed here is the jorts.

He was pitching well until he hit the dong. When he got back to the dugout he looked like a crazy person. Totally lost his focus.

Those track workers are gonna have to change their undies.

Ahh, gotcha. Thanks for clearing that up. I’m not very smart, obviously.

Holy shit. A 16 year old stadium is now deemed obsolete? That’s Roman Polanski level fuckery.

I’ll be more than happy to provide you with a recap of said shenanigans, but you may regret it in hindsight.

Fuck them all. They’re all going down, and when they do, I’m taking a day off work and celebrating by getting drunk and dancing around in my living room.

That’s a much better picture!

I see some design influence from the LCP2000 in the Volvo 480:

And the blood.

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That headline sent my mind racing with the possibilities.

“Lumped in with those four squads are Russia, Australia, Cameroon, and New Zealand.”

Yeah, she’s hammered.

I agree, there aren’t many things more annoying then that.