Actually, I'm good.
Actually, I'm good.
Something-something Burt Ward!
And the award goes to… "Gravity."
Jeopardy should totally have a special week like that:
One contestant's knitting… one's making dinner… the other is watching porn…
Game, set, matchsticks.
True.
Also, all those triple-stumpers… and all those ugly, random guesses.
Something-something Golden Globes.
That's a shitload better than Curt Schilling!
Side effects include:
Possible drain bammage…
Random inopportune guessing…
Know-nothing syndrome…
As long as their women are tall, buxom, and constantly sponge-bathing I'll gladly let them get on top.
But you don't understand:
It wasn't just "any old game"…
It was a meaningless, regular season Arizona Diamondbacks game… in early June!!!
And the Amish!
Speaking of tweets, this wins my coveted "FAVORITE TWEET OF THE DAY"-award:
No, but I am now planning to kidnap Sarah's husband.
Exactly.
But the way the game was going, I wasn't totally sure that Bala had bet only $2,001!
You sound like tonight's Jeopardy contestants.
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