They owe her an anthroapology.

Get out.

Captain Morgan the damn thing.

He’s A Dim Son...

I agree. He didn’t get two feet down despite making a baseball move.

If your headline replaced “grounds” with “blacks” you have the reason I am banned from most local bars.

At least the truck stood its ground...

I assume it was the back door.

Big deal. There wasn’t even a wrecked Volkswagen in his way.

It sucks. I’m a Celtics fan but love fun players and, at UCLA anyway, he was very, very fun to watch. I hate how much his dad ruins the whole Lonzo experience because he should be one of everyone’s favorite players to watch and root for were it not for this asshole

The difference between Kerr and Pop when it comes to their often fawned about social wokeness is that I’m pretty sure Pop would laugh and walk away if asked this question.

As someone turning 30 pretty damn soon, the idea of paying hundreds of dollars to go to a crowded festival that may involve sleeping in tents just... doesn’t cut it anymore. The only festivals I’ll go to are the ones that are in/around major urban areas, and there are more than enough of those that I can see major…

Could be the last decent block we get from a Jet in 2017...

I respectfully disagree and present this as my counter argument:

Um, if it had nothing to do with the city, then why is the T-Rex short for Torontosauras Rex, idiot.

But hold the lemonade. And the iced tea.

I too am a Louisville native living in Texas*. I can unequivocally say that Kentucky basketball fans are some of the most ego-attached, thinnest-skinned fans I have ever seen anywhere, and that includes Nebraska football fans. And yes, the vast majority have never so much as sniffed or passed by the UK campus.

Pro tip from a woman: If you want to “respect your wife,” then don’t cheat on her, or flirt with other women, or be a prop in an administration that is an international embarrassment. None of that precludes you from have a normal business relationship with other women, which often includes eating. You know, the thing…

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