One small step for mans, one giant leap for Le Mans kind.

Between this Bosh news and Arnold Palmer’s death, I’m certain Kevin Nealon is shitting himself.

He wouldn’t have the guts to say that to me. I read Seventeen.

Sex tapes are a sport!

There’s always the game before last!

Really pleased I didn’t enable smell-o-vision on my browser.

And I promise you, if this man wants me to believe anything else, I swear to god I’ll swear to god.

“We’re looking under every rock, behind every tree to uncover every sexual encounter she had since she was a fawn.”

Ehhhh, I suppose you’re right. But this was never about hockey. It’s about jealously pointing out that some wealthy, attractive women prefer the company of wealthy, athletic men.

“Puck save, and a beaut!” -- Elisha Cuthbert

Being forced to sit at the kid’s table wouldn’t be close to Tiger’s worst thanksgiving.

Joke from 1931:

Mother Theresa. Worked with the poor. Made the poor the best. I will make the number of poor huge, believe me. Chicago will be the next, the best, Calcutta. The Trump Black Hole will be the most tremendous luxurious resort anywhere. The poor love me.

Is that a vagina joke? I’m not sure I get it.

phone number to his 6.66 million

“Heil Hitler. Low Calorie. Drink Diet Coke.”

I love that handle. Perfect for someone who has dedication for white supremacy, but an addiction to Diet Coke.

If you think it’s bad now, old Milwaukee is an even shittier bucket of piss.

Don’t judge. He’s just killing time counting attendance.

The Jose Fernandez news spun me so much I don’t even have the energy to not be funny.