Does the NFL Have the Moral High Ground?

In "colonial" Williamsburg they churn butter ironically.

Would you rather suck your dad's dick until he came or be paralyzed from the neck down?

For the last four years my home state's legislature has confused "utopian" with "dystopian."

Oh, Goddammit. FOCUS ON THE POOP JOKE.

Remarkably, he'll somehow still vulture three touchdowns from Maurice Jones-Drew.

Arrested for embezzling from the Giants? Watch your ass, Zito.

In her defense, her OPS is better than half the Giants' lineup.

Of course he's not a great tipper. He's a gritty one, full of heart and hustle. A scrappy tipper, that Hillis. Not flashy, just all hard work and elbow grease. One of the good guys in dining out. A waiter's dream.

Did you consider using the Fat Drew headshot for the book to increase your credibility among nerdy SciFi fans?

Undeterred, the Gallup Gazette presses forward with its "Navajo Logan Mankins" series.

The Halenator was just out there looking for some cocoa honey to ride the Todd Rod. "I like a little brown sugar in my oatmeal, bro."

Jeez Punter that's just...correct. Fair enough.

As Josh Zerkle adds, the idea that BR can morph get past its stigma may be a case of being unable to get past the site’s original dilemma: one of "wide open" blogging where quantity could unearth poor content.

"Harbaugh, you motherfucker, the only times you take a knee are when you're in church or you're proposing to some bitch." -Todd Haley

Todd Haley calls the NFL preseason "foreplay." And like foreplay, Todd Haley has no use for it.

As bad as I feel for Dufner's +3 over the final 4 holes of regulation, I don't feel $2500 bad. Feel like a genius for picking Bradley (despite betting on golf being, as you say, a "fools game").

Marcus keeps his pinky up, just like they taught him at Miss Porter's.

It's a deformity known as reillosis albomontis caused by excess saccharine and false sentimentality.

What about Dennis Rodman in Double Team? That movie was unintentionally hilarious!