Or, maybe, if you’re going to foul him anyway, REALLY FUCKING FOUL HIM.

When my longing for a deeper sense of human connection and humanity becomes almost too much to bear, I barricade myself in a Starbucks and consume each and every Unity Cup I can before the police can take me away. Thousands and thousands of faces connected by one single line are slowly digesting in my engorged…

So much depends upon a Redskins wheelbarrow.