No clutch pedal; no buy.

The plane should be a 737-MAX.

My guess is that, being Canadian, they were too polite to wake a sleeping passenger. 

Reporters are so soft now. I remember the days of Herbert McGoo, Joe Dribbler, Dick Frank, Johnny Johnson, Big Jim Pincus, Wally Habbermaster, and their ilk. They’d get a quote out of ty Cobb or honus Wagner if it meant a fight. If you thought you could throw McGoo out of the clubhouse he would patiently oblige and…

Look at this fucking guy.

Oh, you all think this kid’s face is punchable in that GIF? You ain’t seen nothing yet.

Ah, if only life would imitate art; godspeed Enriquo Palazo

Geez Brett, did you gain weight? A LOT of weight?

Since you brought it up, I’d say he’s looking more like Owen Hart than Bret.

It’s the face of someone you see smoking outside a neighborhood dive bar at noon on a Tuesday

“I’m a white guy lawyer lots of people don’t like”

Cardinals pitchers would have been throwing at him, from whatever mound they’re on at the moment.  In other cities.

“I don’t know what the problem is... He doesn’t have any balls, cotton”

That was a bold move by Abueva. Let’s see if it pays off.

“the muffin-topped Mexican”

I can only assume, in addition of water and cut-treatment, his corner-care included somebody pouring baby powder down his trunks.

They’re in Utah, those are normal names there.

A Real Christian White Man would be screaming and pissing himself by now.

Nailed it!

Not sure Christ really cares much about gold medals. He got hung up on some silver, though.