Dad?

I was very worried about third wheel otter as well, but at the end you can see that it's actually two sets of two. Seriously relieved.

Some Bald Eagles used to nest on these tiny tree-covered islands in a river near my old home in the Midwest. I’d get unironically enthused every time I spied one. So cool. So yeah, fuck this guy in the ear.

Was watching this game in mildly pretentious hipster taproom type place. This play caused me to spill a bit of delicious but overpriced IPA. The neck beards weren’t impressed, but I don’t care. Steph is good, man. Fuck your artisan imperial dry-hopped barrel-aged sour if you can’t get behind that, neck beards.

You're in good company. We're all pretty dumb.

Agreed. I was gotten and gotten good by the troll’s monkeyshines.

That's great insight! Thanks!

Traveling truthers, man. They’re relentless.

Numerous Dodgers fans hint that Scott Van Slyke’s beard hasn't helped his WAR.

Guys . . . I think I kind of like Nick Saban.

We’re gonna miss you when you’re gone, Greg. Who’ll school the trollhonkeys when you go to work at the Atlantic, huh? Answer me that! Won't somebody think of the unschooled trollhonkeys!?

Those straws are conspicuously white.

That’s pretty dumb there, pal. Pretty dumb.

This “review” leaves the most important question unanswered.

In Soviet Russia, Cleveland-area trampoline park and arcade endorses you.

Do your own job, Kevin.

From Flushing to Bensonhurst?

Thank you, Kevin. I needed this.

Strong.

Hamilton Nolan. Duh.