Who navel gazes the navel gazers?

Jesus, the fan letters don’t have emotion in them. No real anger, no sadness, no hopelessness. Just white noise.

Are you disputing the fact that eating KFC on a plane is not Mike Pence’s living hell?

Is corn high in salt?

Peter King will probably get a raise on his seven-figure salary.

In an alternate universe, we are all Peter King and we spend every waking hour in a Starbucks line standing uncomfortably close to the Peter King in front of us.

Hard to believe two of y’all came up with the same answer to that joke.

They’re all just big Eagles fans that don’t believe in Bradford anymore.

How transparent is Tim Tebow? I feel like it’s binary, but I can’t decide whether he’s fully transparent or completely opaque.

He’s definitely got something up his sleeves.

This is the trouble I’ve always had with this blue collar comedy genre. It’s sometimes tough to tell where the line is for satire and sincerity, and what the gap is between comedian intent and audience reaction.

Damn, Rodney Carrington got real fat.

“Coming off the collective disaster on the part of all the league’s biggest clubs last season that allowed something that three years ago you probably would’ve called Lysester City run away with the title, all of the big boys have come back, to quote esteemed journalist and rapper Benzino, on a fucking horse.”

I’ll totally read this if I can get done with work in time!

This is 100.

Don’t forget the falling. So, so much falling.

Take a lap.