Put this woman in a steel cage, give her Sarah Sanders as a tag team partner, and put them up against Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and Katie Porter.  AOC and K-Po would smash those two all around the ring to the point where the Great Muta would think there was too much blood spilled on the mat.

As long as she isn’t involved in any trade that gets rid of three Cavs starters for the rights to Lonzo Ball, I’m okay with this.

Hey he did warn us years ago, that’s why he needs Tic Tacs, because he just automatically starts kissing women, he can’t help it.  And when he’s a celebrity, they let you do that stuff... grab ‘em by the pussy and all...

“There’s nothing wrong with celebrating a successful score.” - Martin Grammatica

Tomorrow those kids will be in front of sewing machines, while a supervisor barks at them in Spanish, “Hurry up, finish your quota, Ivanka needs those new blouses in Nordstrom by tomorrow morning!”

I would pay good money to have the words “John McCain” on Kurt Busch’s hood. 

Meanwhile, Dr. Christine Blasey Ford is still getting death threats and online harassment.

“Crucially, the bill would also vacate prior convictions for offenses that would no longer be considered criminal offenses.”

The last time Trump enjoyed seeing the moon is when he barged into the dressing area of the Teen Miss USA pageant.

Another rule. If you get a couple of clowns in front of you who are driving the speed limit in all lanes - essentially a “rolling roadblock” - look for the next rest stop or fuel area. Pull over. Get a beverage. Fill your tank. Buy a scratch-off.  Let these oafs drive away. They’re not worth the trouble.  By the time…

“You only violated the Hatch Act once?  Lazy person..” - Kellyanne Conway

Cowabunga, dude...

Kinda wish this was Marc Cuban’s entrance theme on Friday nights.

The only education Donald Trump wants these migrant kids to have is to mow the lawns at his golf courses and be thankful that they won’t be paid for the experience.

Regarding the Pennsylvania towns - there was once a joke that in Pennsylvania, one could Mount Joy on their way to Intercourse, hoping to reach Paradise, but ending up in Virginville with a Blue Ball. 

So one young jock hit the other young jock in his young jock and then danced around to Yung Joc?  Makes sense to me.

I think she was Bruce Willis’ love interest in the Die Hard movies.  Oh wait, that was John McLane... my bad.

He’s not even the best Wehner with that name, his elders Paul and Lloyd were both Pirates legends and Hall of Famers.

Sounds like Haney’s ready to go back to his earlier job of selling barren farmland to city slickers in Hooterville.

Just move the Rays to Montreal already.  And repurpose Tropicana Field into the nation’s largest Dollar General.