Yep. Wasn't aware Mssr. Timeout had earned a terminal degree in between stints of simpery chortling on television.

He wasn’t asked about the blunder.

1. Right? He’s a Meaneko.

Cosmically bad at-bat. It’s moments like this that engender the “Shit, brah, I could be a big leaguer” talk I always hear from the forearm tribal tattoo set at my scuzzy local. Damnit, Howie. Double damnit.

Kick rocks, dude.

Where is Joel McHale so I can never go there and I mean never ever ever?

Further proof that being a bullpen catcher is a pretty plum gig.

The dude in the Karate Kid headband needs to get hit by a bus.

Frank made the best Vine.

Your use of “asshole" undermines your otherwise totally and topically strong argument.

Nah.

Bomani Jones today, Bomani Jones tomorrow, Bomani Jones forever.

#nukedallas

Jacoby’s his own thing now, though. Or am I wrong? Hmmmmm.

I’m 6’3” and large. (275, minimum.) He’s definitely a big lad, but he carries it well, looks like, unlike some (cough) of the rest of us.

Buffalo Sweat inclusion=I rubber stamp this list in its entirety.

And if Terry Pratchett taught us anything, it's that the nakedly stupid wizards are the most dangerous ones, and the ones most likely to go on preposterous journeys with wholly unexpected conclusions.

Don't lump us in with the Cards, Tom. That's mean.

Objectively false. To wit:

W*hy t*he a*sterisk? Is it because you are a mouth-breathing cretin?