This weird, loud, itty-bitty whatever-it-was about Feldman

A similar article I read entitled "Rick Reilly Goes Mutton-Busting", describes Reilly's love of juicy Lamb Fries.

Out-lowlight? This never would have happened with a sturdy coal-gas street lamp standard.

Airag on everyone.

Mongolia withdrew from the tournament

Classic. I think this is basically the greatest funk song ever made.

My brother got divorced. Commiseration through mutually unspoken destruction. I was damn near two packs a day. So the same thing for me. Can't smoke just one.

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Yes. Quit the day after Memorial Day and relapsed this weekend. This after having quit for 2 years (up until a year ago) solid without even a cheeky puff off a friend. The booze is always a big part. Godspeed. And don't go to the stripclub.

I can get a good look up a Spaniard's ass by sticking my head up it, but I'd rather take Garcia Lorca's word for it.

clipped a spectator

When pressed about the condition, Hincapie was defensive and passionate. He yelled, "And what business is that of yours, I should like to know, Mr. Humpback? Do YOU want a kick?"

They are most likely calling attention to some sort of local Crucial Conflict.

IF IT LOOKS LIKE A DUCK is also the inner monologue that led to the ruination of Tiger Woods' public persona.

Trader Jack vs Charlie Manuel. Who wins in canasta?

Dana Plato's whimsical interpretation of "Straight Cash Homey" was unfortunately never caught on tape and only performed once in front of a back alley meth dealer.

"Biathlon" is also how Ann Heche now refers to the late nineties.

I believe that's the little piggy that went to the mediocre free agent market.

Cribbs is actually in the process of constructing a masterful work of performance Art Neville.

This can't be good. More time is all that Warden Drumgoole needs to solidify his power.