What it “is” is without any single doubt, above all else and an absolute truth, it IS not something Lance Armstrong can say.
What it “is” is without any single doubt, above all else and an absolute truth, it IS not something Lance Armstrong can say.
Somebody might want to tell Harbaugh that Butt graduated at the end of last season.
That was the same approach to testing at Prime Prep as well.
This is...maybe the coolest thing I’ve ever seen a human being do?
in one email he wrote, “Unless it’s a knighthood fuck off”
Hmm. A misanthropic nihilist doesn’t have a good sense of humor? Who knew.
This is Ground Control to Majorly Fucked.
Hint: [***SOUND OF A MAN LICKING ANOTHER MAN’S SHOES FOR AN HOUR***]
Not to worry, the Raven fans will continue to be antagonizing DBs.
Quoth the Raven, nevermore.
The only snaps Romo’s worried about are his neck and spine.
Don’t you think the face wipe to the devil is kinda harsh? I know he’s probably done some stuff you may not agree with, and in 2016, with this vicious internet culture we all have to navigate through — a culture where every word, typed or spoken, every picture, video or snapshot — is under such intense scrutiny that…
Start with the Nakamura/Zayn match and the pair of Revival matches. In terms of scale and “big match” feel, the Styles/Cena match got an incredible response
You think that’s awkward? You should have seen the rookie who asked Rex Ryan about footing the bill.
Come on, man. Camel toe was RIGHT THERE.
Fisher: “Now, wait, Zebra. It’s in here somewhere. Moustache wax...lip balm (don’t get those mixed up, Ref.)...blackmail photos of Kroenke without his wig...god damn it, let me check my other pocket. OK, no, that’s just a napkin...uh, let’s see. Here’s some old gum wrappers...picture of Jeff Fisher...my deal with the…
Westbrook is definitely stealing rebounds, but it’s kinda like a wolverine going after a piece of raw meat. His teammates are smart enough to step away.
Me-First Glory Boy! The football gods are taking note, and will no doubt chortle. Write it in your notebooks.
Certainly nothing like the Barry Switzer days.