“The last time Dondarrion and the Hound hung out, the Hound cut Dondarrion in half, which required the doctor/high priest on staff with the Brotherhood to resurrect him.”’

Q: “Where is the incest?”

AKA the quintessential Dusty Baker game. 

Sticking it to the Jets is more of a Sharks thing though.

Well, we won’t have this happening anymore except in practice.

This trade is worth it if only to watch LaVar Ball struggle to decide which racial slur to use to describe Brooke Lopez as he attempts to find a scapegoat when the Lakers are 10 games under .500 in January.

I don’t really think being forced to draft Markelle Fultz is ‘going to shit.’

God, I’d love this for all to go to shit for everyone and have the Sixers take Lonzo.

I’ve been to downtown Cleveland. If owning that is Gilbert’s sole ambition, he’s even more fucked up than I thought.

Theodore Roosevelt is appalled at the mere 30 oz. bat and recommends George speak softer in the future.

And now for a ridiculously dumb story that you shouldn’t bother reading:

We don’t know what kind of person she is. Seems like she might be a less-bright version of Cathy from East of Eden. A fantastic character-study of a psychopath from an age when they weren’t really understood medically. If true she wouldn’t benefit. People know right from wrong at age 17. I remember having a…

Or to flip the narrative around:

You keep saying hearsay, but just because you bold it doesn’t make it so. Hearsay is an out of court statement (made for the truth of the matter asserted, if we want to get technical with it). As in “I heard him say XXX.” When someone says “this guy beat the shit out of me,” that’s not hearsay. She’s not reporting…

“She gazed up at the enormous, orange-stained face. Twelve years it had taken her to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark scowl. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of her nose. But it was all right,…

This is like us all watching Tiberius stalk past, and we mutter about the treason trials and how he wastes money... and then we see Little Boots scurrying to keep up with the procession and we’re all “Oh that poor kid, don’t worry - when his dad Germanicus - the ideal Roman - becomes Emperor, everything will turn out…

Warning: What follows is pure player hating.

That’s the joke. That I want an NBA player to die on the court. Yes.

Yes, it’s a joke you don’t get

Did you read the contents of the actual email in its entirety on the ReCode article? Agreed that the email wasn’t just about how to bone coworkers – but the email as a whole sounds more like the musings of the head of your local frat before homecoming weekend, not something a grown ass CEO of a major tech company…