I'm going to call Major League Baseball and put this on the radar.
I'm going to call Major League Baseball and put this on the radar.
basically has to have one of their talent talk about Hitler or put a picture of their dick on a phone
But what we really need to talk more about is Derrick Rose and his continued Dwyanesque performance this postseason.
Guy slides into a Batman costume and tries to shake down tourists in a cash-for-photo scheme
people don't really ever recover from getting hidden-balled by guys named Drew Snider.
Meanwhile, the Walmart Supercenter across town has filed a grievance claiming that Cecil Newton had promised he would buy a cake from them.
It's just Chris Chase, I wouldn't pay attention to him.
Actually if you sanctioned this as an official sport you could solve all of Title IX's problems in the NCAA.
But here's the punishment part: he's going to be rooming with Zach Galifianakis.
We will borrow from the announcer here
I learned this shortly after going to Mad River for the first time:
and, well, D.W.Half.B. in L.A. and all that.
Is that how commenters get approved nowadays? Write something retarded and piss Craggs off? Because if that's true, I want a star.
Listen, I love America, and I love football. But that doesn't mean I have to love them both at the same time. Especially when its some basement-dwelling Italian telling me to do it.
Say what you want about fat people, farmers, and noisy toddlers, but you fucking leave Twizzlers out of this.
+1
That wasn't a robot, that was JC Romero, fresh off his Tommy John Connor surgery.
"I'm glad I went cliff jumping," he says. "I'm glad I almost drowned. I will write about those experiences, and it will be interesting."
Billy, it's your turn to bat!