Or... the gazif? Gazif it wasn’t there, your insides would fall out, har har.

The fleshy fun bridge.

On the one hand, this is a fairly harmless and funny prank. On the other hand, this guy runs a parody Steve Berthiaume account for some reason. 

I only really know Bart Starr from those great old NFL Films specials, but goddamn he sure seemed cool as hell behind that helmet with the single bar facemask.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even this year, but one day, a 97 mph fastball will rocket tip off the bat and strike this man directly in the money maker. And when that day comes, as he lies there contemplating death, he will realize with an alarming dread that he lies there writhing because of today

Robert Parish. 

It’s from the Italian capovaccaio, meaning “white Egyptian scavenger vulture,” an avian species widely known for its prevarication.

Of the old NBA stars, who would have been the worst tweeters?

Lets La Paz for a moment of silence.

I can’t wait to hop on the Internet on a Monday morning and not have to hear about GoT. 

Get well Drew.

I don’t know you personally but hopefully this isn’t weird. I’m just glad you’re ok man.

Also planning to hug your wife tonight.

Glad you’re still here, Drew. And honestly, few of us can remember puking all over Petchesky’s pants, actually. 

Yeah, cuz if you are from another state, you don’t know how to fackin’ drive and will clog up our streets!

Visit Massachusetts.

The aim was to co-opt a routine hand signal so that racists could effectively sneak it into public view and, more important to them, convince themselves that more people are on their side than it actually the case.

As an Oregonian, you missed about 395 different types of rain. Much like the Inuit have 500 words for snow, Oregonians (and to a lesser extent Washingtonians) have 400+ different types of feeling depressed to describe the exact nature of the rain and the grey sky. It’s a cold soaking mist coming from a slate gray…

I was troubled about how the police had gathered this evidence, so it’s a relief that if I had been ensnared in this sting, my public defender could have got me off.  There is justice in this world.

I bet the worst part is that he always has to be on the “shirts” team in pickup basketball games.