Aw Taylor Negron, RIP, love all those roles/cameos. First thing I uttered after my wedding ceremony completed was (turned to new father in law), “can I call you...DAD, now ?”

My only whip story, and I actually have one which is curiously amazing...is the building in which i work is in a bad part of a major urban town, and is directly across from a park, which at times is called Corpse Park.

first we’re going to take the top off the defense.

10 bucks says the crackhead never came out of the porta potty.

Yes, but you see what you get when you mess with the Orphans ? YOU SEE ?

Trump would rage tweet the farm bureau if a robin flew into the oval office so that aint saying much.

nice breakdown.

also, this qualifies as thug life in Torrey Pines.

Less depressing town: All the Right Moves’ Ampipe or the one Rambo terrorizes.

A clusterfuck of Republicans.

never saw it coming

dont let the door hit you on the way out.

My father used to have a membership at BJ’s.

Its called being Schottenheimer’d:

or like US President (1841-1845) John Tyler’s (b. 1790) grandsons still alive today. I still cant wrap my brain around that one.

counterpoint, they left behind unlimited access to free smack and rusty prostitutes at participating Flying J Pilot Travel Centers across the US AND Canada !

getting stoned with your cats and banging co-eds.

Well, one can dream.

I realize the NFL is image conscious and all that, but I suggest the NFL consider (for a small fee) offering the live, unedited, free flowing on-field audio in lieu of play by play.