Foundation problems. You are super-fucked if you have foundation problems. Might as well burn your house down.

I am so sorry for your loss. Those are decisions that no parent should have to make.

As I have written before, my daughter died when she was five in 2011, two months after being diagnosed with an inoperable and malignant brain tumor. There is no cure for her type of tumor - DIPG - and current treatments do little more than extend life for a few months.

Not a peep?

the only thing i care about in football is when the winning team lines up to gently kiss the tip of the president’s penis and receive a championship muffin

I’m not crying. YOU’RE crying

That was nice.

This is what happens when you’re Cavalier about boxing out.

Interesting. Shoots holes in my theory. Thanks.

Actually, he was caught masturbating into beach towels. And it’s spelled “Big Rag Goo.”

It seems (most) every time UVA loses the refs significantly alter the outcome in the favor of the other team.

Redford’s Rookie Ranking:

Damn. I follow him and generally have enjoyed his online persona. It’s upsetting to hear this but a cold reality people need to confront. We really don’t know the people we follow on Twitter. In other forms of media, at least we don’t feel so utterly blind to the people they really are, but on Twitter, that is so much…

Except if you’re a Royals fan like me and fucking devastated. The thing about living in a city like this, in a ‘small market’, is most of us have a real connection to these players. Like they’re family. We see them out on the town and we don’t bother them all the time. They don’t need security when they go to a…

If you don’t want to be a prick a good place to start would be not prickishly pointing out a guy’s shortcomings on the post about his death.

Vice City should be every entry on this list.

Unfortuntely Andy Reid wasted all of them

its ironic that your comma is so unnecessary. My inner dialogue sounded like walken reading your line.

I grew up working at a flooring store that my dad managed. Once when I was 17, spent Friday night with some friends getting shitfaced at somebody’s house until 4 or 5 AM. Saturday about 9 AM, my dad calls and needs me to come in to work because 2 guys scheduled had laid out. I told him I wasn’t feeling well (truth)…