Unfortunately, I doubt his sarcasm was rooted in humor. More likely a political position. I don’t know which is worse.

I kind of feel like Aubrey O’Day doesn’t understand the concept of an Easter egg hunt. It’s not a hunt if you know where it is.

Sure, let’s just presume it’s a race thing.

1,000 people in Northern Ireland showed sports fans everywhere the proper response to the heinous behavior of someone lauded on the field.

Recognizing that, yes, I’m opening myself to the firing squad, I’m calling it:

He doesn’t pay anyone for anything.

Exactly.

I bitched about my morning commute today.

“I’ve got great rhythm, I just don’t know anything about music.”

But on the upside, the walls of the White House are about to be filled with the most extraordinary black velvet paintings. And I hear the Usher is having the staff replace half the bulbs with black lights.

Somebody please send this to the Steelers’ O-line.

I expect my beloved Buccos will respond with a simple, “Hold my beer.”

I’m surprised she didn’t understand him.

I’m sad their plans fell through and they never got their bundle of douchebag. BUT! On the upside, she won’t have to visit him in prison.

Rick Santorum is a man of substance. And that substance is Santorum.

He’s been pissy for at least the past 25 years.

Andy Reid: “What? There are palm trees! ...Shut up!”

As I said, “maybe.” And it’s a big “maybe.” And my delusions are focused on other, far more important things, thankyouverymuch.

No.

They did a better job of stabilizing Jackie Moon’s back in Semi Pro. Clearly, this is the braintrust to show the world that Galileo was a hack.