Judge not lest you be judged, eh, Dwyer? That's neat.

I like wild flowers too. Fuck those domestic violets.

However, 90% of the time Washington fans say the words Steve, Spurrier, Chris or Rix, they are prefaced with an expletive.

Maybe state governments and school districts should do this the next time these greedy teachers try padding their five-figure salaries. That'll show 'em who's boss!

Paging JaMarcus Russell.

I think Yuenglings apparent mass appeal is that regular beer drinkers (the Bud/Coors/Miller variety) think they're swallowing something special. And they like saying the name, because, you know, it's unusual. The inference is that drinking Yuengling makes them special and unusual as well. And that's just not true.

It's a good thing that this kind of stuff won't happen in Cobb County. 2016 can't get here soon enough.

Televangelists. Carrot Top. Members of Creed.

I liked the way he seemed to calmly plead his case from inside the dumpster, even with that hand on his forehead. The tire and the water might've been a little over the top though.

Once you get away (even temporarily) with rape, I think you're inclined to think you can get away with anything. See: crab legs, stolen; obscenities, shouted.

Transitioning from this song into the one about Trayvon Martin must be real smooth in concert.

Somebody get the John Birch Society on this STAT.

"That's what speed do." - a father, pointing out Darryl Strawberry to his children

That head of hair guarantees at least three more run-ins with the police before graduation.

If you will it, dude, it is no dream.

Men's clothing doesn't have to be so complicated, but there's no telling these two.

Unless it turns out that Roger Goodell knocked his wife unconscious on an elevator (which, with the way this story has unfolded, could totally be possible), I'm going to have to root for Rice's suspension to be upheld.

Dude won't quit wearing that hat, will he? Or stop beating women, for that matter.

Okay, so I too listened to the whole thing. The last minute was the worst, not that the preceding three minutes were enjoyable. At all. Hope Bon Jovi gets a royalty check for that intro.

I'm relieved he didn't try to rhyme "skittles" with "riddled."