Why Your Team Suck 1995: Buffalo Bills

Strangely, right now would be a great time for a good investigative look at the causes of the OKC bombing and the network of far-right, white supremacist militia leaders who at least knew about the bombing before it happened, and more than likely provided help to McVeigh. Instead Politico is offering the dangers of ga…

Keep in mind we are just one Mo Williams tackle and the Red Sox acquiring a failed power hitter out of Minnesota, removed from Bill Simmons turning into the second coming of the BTK Killer.

No wonder people from Boston love him.

Weird, that’s exactly — I mean *exactly* — like me.

Even the fanciest dogs sometimes shit on the rugs.

Shelvin’ Mack

The Raiders ponied up a ton of money to move to Vegas, pay a man 100 million dollars who last coached when George W Bush was in the White House, and won’t budge to pay the best defensive player in the AFC who is entering his physical prime? Are we sure Al Davis is dead?? 

Bill Welke referred you to the rulebook. The rulebook is correct, not the announcers.

“Thanks for that thought, now please apologize for actually violating my house (and locking my dog in another room even though I paid you to watch him).”

Now hold on. Perhaps that dog locked itself in the room to avoid all that bullshit. 

his dog Jimbo was locked in a room, sitting in his own piss.

“To be completely honest, I forgot the story I was making up mid-sentence and I still need to say words to complete this sentence and there you go I feel like this is enough words to count as an explanation,” said the woman.

On a positive note, Jimbo can now check off “seeing the Eiffel Tower” on his bucket list. 

“I’d like to apologize to him for making him feel like I violated his house”

Wait....what??

Honestly. And what is this “I guess you had to be there” line? Like no shit, bro. And YOU weren’t even there. Why are we getting this fourth person account of a comedy set from Milwaukee?

This is the dumbest fucking post I’ve yet seen in the year of our lord 2018. You could take Richard Pryor’s most killer material and distill it down in a snarky and offputting blob of text and make it sound like he was a shitty comedian.

“movie is about a bumch of goofy guys seeking the holy grail, but it’s really low budget and they can’t even afford horses”

It’s gonna be real sad when he’s out of football for a few years and he forgets why the rocks are on his porch.