Fobby Binger

A little young for a Trump supporter, but I’m sure the crowd tolerated all of his cheeky Louis Jordan and Kukla, Fran & Ollie references

My soccer’s breath smells like soccer food.

[joke in the body of the article]

“Yes, please” -- Southeast Asia

I propose that it go full murder-suicide pact with Thursday night football.

I think he might be going for post-reconstruction evil Sharlto Copley in Elysium.

Being a Jaguar is like wearing a 60-pound weighted disrespect vest.

The last nail in the daily fantasy coffin, and hopefully the NFL in general, is that 6-6 tie the Cardinals and Seahawks just subjected prime time television to.

To be fair, there are still multiple New England states whose small business administrations can be fleeced.

It’s like monopolizing the taking funny screengrabs of sporting events and submitting them to the rigors of USER GENERATED CONTENT, i.e. who cares

Austin sports talk radio (two stations! TWO!) seems to subsist on ad buys from local strip clubs, testosterone replacement clinics, and debt consolidation (with that men’s rights national family law firm coming on strong). I’m pretty sure they know members of their audience better than they know themselves.

Now when REAL PEOPLE (not actors!) get excited at the result of a big play at a sports bar, I no longer know whether they’re a fan of the team or getting super-paid by Flan King or Sporty Duelists.

What’s even worse, the declining fortunes of Trump mean that neither CEO has a realistic chance at Secretary of Commerce or a slot on the Council of Economic Advisers any time soon.

“C’mon ref, that’s total bullcrap.”

For some reason firing Goodell would be like yelling at a ventroliquist to stop using that puppet who says the mean things while letting the ventriloquist steal your wallet.

Can I have your stuff oh crap you’re already literally dead

You had me until he correctly used the word ‘dichotomy’

I’d call this meat puppet ‘gormless’ but I’d fear he’d spend all his free time trying to collect gorms.

You’ll eat this words when LOOK AT THIS PICTURE SOMEBODY ELSE TOOK I HAVE NO CONTENT BUT THAT’S WHAT COMMENTERS ARE FOR wins the Pulitzer.