+1 Nantucket sleigh ride.

+1 flannel costume.

At this point, I’d almost rather see THEM under subpoena than anyone named Trump. Almost.

Mark Davis’s face looks like Hannibal Lechter using Jon Gruden’s face as a disguise.

God damn it, take your star, you bastard. Your heart is as hollow as your username. Also, I totally laughed. 

+1 wang malfunction.

That GQ piece is as good as anything I’ve read in a while.

And here I was anticipating his take on Mike McCarthey’s FIRED!!! prediction...

2022 World Cup here we come.

God, that’s beautiful. I found myself wishing I could have had some random encounter with him before he died, maybe I could have said something. I hope you’re in a better place.

Serious question--is that a trademark of theirs?

So say we all.

Hell, that happens in Des Moines, Iowa. I can’t imagine Southern California.

+1 minute it took me to get the punchline.

“(I)f one of these is behind you, you’re greeted with the sight of just grille, massive and hungry, filling your view.”

“I see nothing wrong with this.”
--Big Ben

So, he really HAS lost his nerve(s)?

Starred after the first sentence.

“But no flappy-paddle gearbox.”

As an old radio announcer, I was all about defending my analog plug-in connections to the death—until I got a pair of bluetooth earbuds for my birthday. Not having that cord getting tangled around my arm/shirt/chin when working out was illuminating.