Yeah, my b for thinking that pressuring college women to go on a bus with a bunch of drunk football players and recruits with the implicit notion that something will happen is not good.

A statement from a shocked R&A read: "We cannot even begin to understand how Mr. Bishop could make such comments. How can he address females directly if they're waiting outside in the car?"

Judging from the video, it appears there was no resolution.

I'm not surprised that a couple of guys who are into fantasy sports also enjoy pretending to fight each other.

Beermosas

People really came on into their hands?

Does that irritate Denton? I thought you guys were all about Kingagement.

My Kinja is being wacky, and I initially thought this was your answer to the bear question. Much funnier.

I accidentally took too high a dose of Vicodin a few months ago, and two days later took a shit the size of a goddamn wiffle-ball bat that I was sure was my actual skull exiting my ass.

This is a great story, even if the phrase "big Gawker party at a shuffleboard place in Brooklyn" just caused me to die of caucasity. Thanks, Tom!

Suppose that tomorrow you will forget everything you have ever known about birds. You will be terrified every time you see one, you will have no clue what they are or do, and you will never again understand a single thing about any bird. Would you fuck an ox to stop this from happening?

In junior high school I was developing autoimmune hepatitis (and probably ulcerative ulcerative colitis it too it turns out) unbeknownst to me. So I had a lot of fluctuation between constipation and diarrhea. And one time I didn't shit for like 4 days, after previously having shat a ton the week before. When I did…

My mom read my barf story. I forget that she occasionally reads Deadspin until she calls up and asks me how I'm feeling after soiling a hotel room.

how long before you all stop collectively lying to yourselves and accept the Skyline 3-way as your true Lord and savior?

You lucky bastard, my father-in-law was an engineer and every conversation is turns into a shitty episode of "Nova: Public Works Edition".

My father in-law is a plastic surgeon. If we had a different kind of relationship, I would try to get his take on how things went so wrong with her.

ummm...might wanna brush up on those critical reading skills there, ma'am.

I'm partial to "Goddamnit, Donald!" myself.

Use it wisely.

Not often you see something like this...you know, a woman in bed with a Notre Dame football player under her own volition.