I was saying Boo-urns.

Imagine an Ikea, across a too-big parking lot from a Costco, sandwiched into a small triangle at a major freeway interchange, adjacent to, and in the shadow of, a giant concrete structure wherein a low-rent version of football is played for three hours eight times per year.

Whoosh.

Because the headline said there would be a fight?

I dislike the Cardinals, The Cardinals Way, Matheny, and all the rest of the nonsense, and yet I agree with you. Not a lot of there here.

That is...not a fish.

Boo this man.

beating the shit of a woman

“not grade-A or even B-plus material, certainly by my standards as well as those of any moderately attractive, fair-minded youngish heterosexual dude who’s feeling hormonal or what-have-you.”

This guy’s having a hell of a bender.

No no. You are more than a dunk. You are all the dunks.

Master of None is great, but given that it starts with a sex scene and a trip to a pharmacy for a Plan B pill, grandma may not love. : /

Orange.

Kobe and Rondo must have shared ties to the Washington football team’s PR department.

Holy hell.

Nah.

The fact that you all have made “’Skins” your house style, and that you somehow find “’Skins” to be less offensive than “Redskins”, will never stop being annoying to me.

The man with the green hands commenting on the man with no ass is peak Bills-Eagles.

Why let facts get in the way of faux outrage?

False choice.