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I have a very close friend who is playing ball in Venezuela right now and has been on the front lines of this thing. Shit is crazy down there. He regularly sees really intense shit. Like one time some dude pulled a knife on the team's security detail and they just shot the guy in the leg and left. Another one of his

Great to see this come back. The last bin laden dumping war took place in the 1770s in Surrey when an old and cantankerous peasant woman name Fanny Flanlor threw her master's bedpan at the cook and rioting ensued. I imagine strategies have changed but for the fans of this game I would advise against any concessions

Alright I'll be the one to say it. He's not going to do it. Spanier can't step down given that traversing the different rings of the ninth circle of Hell is actually impossible. Only lateral movements and requests for more skin flaying.

Ha. Made me think similarly. It'll be interesting to see how the NCAA handles the administration in the Miami case now after this. Hardly seems significant now.

In his confused state, Paterno attempted to address the rumors by vehemently denying Swift's accusation that he was the bold man that first ate an oyster.

In a synergistic move by the author, the dramatic story arch includes a twist where Woodhead is blocked hard on a routine punt return and ends up not being able to Go the Fuck to Sleep due to violent concussion symptoms.

Thanks. Feel slightly guilty considering I am only really an occasional voice down here and I got it in what was an emotionally regurgitative moment in memoriam of an old friend on Drew's post about Sandusky earlier. I will wear it proud.

Ohh. "Marion Barber the Barbarian" from Gruden. I would have preferred "Marion The Barber Paradox", because really, who shaves Marion Barber?

This could actually become closer to reality if ESPN would only consider my obviously perfect plan to lobotomize Keyshawn Johnson and save us all from his puke laced drivel.

I've done Movember for 3 years and the guys I do it with always have a pretty good time with it. I got checked right before in the spirit and we even have a guy on our team that lost his father to prostate cancer. I think some people do it just to have an excuse to grow a mustache, and other people actually care about

I recently dealt with a molestation case that was very personal and I can say even 15 years after the fact it was brutal and numbingly life draining. An old friend of mine took his own life and in his last hand written note to the world revealed that he had been raped by someone who was supposed to have been a trusted

So does this mean the Commentist Manifesto becomes a useless document? Will my future punk kids read it in high school and feign intelligence while smoking clove cigarettes and desperately searching for meaning (beer)?

Wouldn't life be grand if the entire city of Boston took the route that most letters from Theo did in the old days. By that I mean hallucinogenic alcohol induced ear mutilation and self inflicted pistol wounds to the head.

Did Theo leave? I didn't hear that one.

Incidentally, when the clock struck Joe Orton O'clock, the clock was a hammer.

I always thought getting hit hard by prey was only for Flagellants.

The only monkey on a string I can think of is Curious George Atzerodt.

Getting cockblocked by dead mice is what we call a Redwall.

It's Friday. You ain't got no job. And you ain't got shit to do. #yankees

He's really burned a bridge here. It's my understanding the Longjewhorn Network was looking for a new lead in track.