Pospisil vs. Ebden sounds like a name-brand-vs.-generic boner-drug trial.
Friendly reminder that it’s important to plantain your composure when you’re on the court.
They are lucky it wasn’t my lazy, fatass cat. He would have quit halfway across and would have bit anyone who tried to pick him up.
Perfect scene of life in Rome, like it was directed by Felini.
Rafael Nadal was thankful the cat got off the clay before he had to beat it.
If you consider that overhead a smash, who’s the real pussy here?
if I know anything about Gaines, he’ll bounce back. He’ll put out some albums more true to his roots and marry Trisha Yearwood.
That might be the best RKO out of nowhere I’ve never seen.
“possession of class A drugs” Based on the video, I’m guessing it wasn’t speed.
Fun fact! Oldham had an AstroTurf pitch back in the 90s, as did QPR and Luton. Other fun fact: Oldham is a shithole, so I get the “running on the pitch with pills in yer pocket” thing, if only to break the monotony.
wait, the Giants outfielder is named ‘Perry Meth’?
I wrote an eerily similar subplot in my sci-fi book, only it was 2054 and a 77 year-old Pat Burrell broke the home run record at Shea-4chan Stadium 2.0 only to have it devoured by a Decepticon chilling in one of the chop shops as he was about to put 14,000 Mets fans out of their misery.
Barry Bonds’ scientific name is Cephalomegalodon.
Strowman vows Nicholas and he will return as a tag team when he’s finished with school, so there’s already a match on the docket for 2029 or so.
Nice summary Ben. As a kiwi watching the drama unfold from across the Tasman the hand wringing about the sainted aussie cricketers is very amusing. Richly deserved! It’s hard to feel sorry for Warner.
“Yes, I’m taking notes.” - Bill Belichick
As the titular character of Samer 2, I can guarantee that it is the dankest gane around.
Also the Park Service said, to cut down on toilet paper, they will be supplying hikers with three clam shells each in place of toilet paper.
In the summer of 2006, I got a call from one of my buddies, asking me to drop over to his neighborhood’s pool and to pick up “three or four six packs of beer along the way.” Having nothing much to do, I dropped in, and in one end of the pool there were 3-4 Carolina Hurricanes players, with the Cup, passing it around…