Or maybe Dana White is a huge dirtbag who doesn’t care.

He’s not doing a very good job of it, unfortunately.  The thing is, I want the guy to get better.  I want him to do better and be better, but it doesn’t look like that’s gonna happen.

Or, maybe Dana White is a dirtbag and doesn’t give a shit.

Nah, you always have a decision.  I am a former domestic violence prevention educator, and have years of experience studying the whys and hows of this kind of thing.  You always, always, always have a choice in your behavior.

Yeah, I know.  It’s nice to hope, though.

Million dollar talent, zero dollar decision making skills.  If he gets convicted of this charge, UFC needs to be done with him.  

This comment is a bit superfluous, don’t you think?

That gentleman doesn’t have a forehead, he has a...okay look, I know you think you know where I’m going with this, but he doesn’t have a fivehead either.  My dude has an eight or ninehead.  Dude has to wear Air Pods because his earbud cord would get snagged on his nose.

I’m a big fan of the Hungry Man Select Beer-Battered Chicken.  While I doubt the veracity of the Beer Battered-ness of these, the goddamn things are delicious.

I really wish I liked non-scrambled eggs enough to try this, because they theoretically look delicious.

“Dimi, why you do this to me Dimi?”

Goddamn terrifying.

“You’re gonna LOVE my New Orleans-style homemade pipe bombs!  We take the freshest gunpowder, the most tender fuses, and stuff them all into our famous Louisiana metal pipes.  We give it a final dusting of our secret Cajun spices and it is ready to deliver into competing storefronts, sugar!”

This guy buys bath water, Dude!

I came here for fencing puns, and you delightful bastards gave me what I wanted.  Take all of my stars.

Where’s my “Three Men and a Baby” reboot, with an actual ghost standing in that window this time?

I...I did not know that was Mel Brooks. Huh.

I am convinced that Marianne is a necromanced Gilda Radner playing a joke on all of us.

Man, I miss the Chris Webber Kings years. Those battles with the Lakers solidified both my love for the game, and my hatred for Kobe. (I later came around and realized that Kobe was one of the best ever, something I could more easily admit when he and Shaq weren’t mashing my team into the dirt.)

I’m going to give it one full rotation of hosts, and if I’m not sold on the show then I’m done.  

If I could pop in for a minute: My buddy and I talk about movies sometimes.  Here lately we’ve been comparing and contrasting different Cannon Pictures films.  We recently re-launched after a year off because he became a father.  We’re called The Wrong Company Podcast if you care to look us up.