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very, very, very dumb.

I don’t care what else he does, Chris Paul will always be to me the guy who savaged Julius Hodge’s nuts in the ACC tournament. Also, I’m old.

I agree with this. “My Girl” is probably the greatest song ever written. “Let it Be” would be second. That scene in Platoon when they’re all fucked up and singing “Tracks of My Tears” is pretty awesome.

Except for the opening sequence, Saving Private Ryan SUCKED. I went back and watched it; the dialogue is melodramatic tear-jerker bullshit.

I hate how this asshole and his crew make a big deal out of “just drinking. NO DRUGS,” as if pounding airplane bottles of Jack is in any way setting a good example. Fuck off, Gronk.

nailed it.

so don’t watch football. or any pro sports. tune that bullshit out and get a job doing something that directly helps those in need.

throwing a baseball around has to be one of my all-time favorite relaxing things to do. Try it on a pleasant summer evening. If you really wanna amp it up, try putting on a baseball game in the background.

LIE down and give up. Geez.

DOOOOOOONNNN’T

“for some reason” you mean, like, because he believed it?

After I read this, I farted.

GO TO HELL DUKE!

I love it when any BIG TIME fans of any sports teams are miserable watching their teams lose. FUCK YOU. Go worry about something else. Any current events to check in on? Probably.

This is clearly intentional. And this pattern of behavior is clearly, just that: a pattern suggestive of a serious underlying personality disorder. He tries to take out his unchecked frustration by doing some underhanded shit he can later deny as being “incidental contact.” This is going to come out later on, via

I guess this means R. Kelly is doing the inauguration, right?

pepperoni doesn’t cause congenital heart failure, you fucking moron.

Hi. Congratulations on being wrong again. Hangovers can last at least a day, even longer. That’s a day not spent preparing. That’s a day without good sleep. That’s just a little voice in your head after that first dropped pass that says “HOOO BOY. I’ll be they’re blaming my tang-slaying boat party for that!”

Can I ask you a favor? Can you take your snide millennial bullshit and cram it up your ass? And then fuck off and die? Thanks.  

yeah, but, like, there’s no talent here to begin with. Like, none. This place sucks.