I played rugby for 12 years, 2 in high school, 4 in college, 3 in grad school, and 2 more after I started working. I never played football. Guys like me, who never played football, got hurt playing rugby. But it was their joints - knees mostly. And cuts. And a few concussions.

Look, I understand that on the surface, the floral shirt bro is a total shitshow. But pay attention to every other character in this vignette. Dadbod with whirlybird hat/prop shades combo. Background guy with mullett, photobombing to get in on the action?

2 year / $5,754,630 contract

Of course she did. Why else would you be trying so hard to look at them?

“Admittance” is such a really terrible, shitty word.

Fuck this. I am not going to sit through 4 mintues of fucking Honey Jack Daniels and Ford Probe commercials to watch some skinny white asshole look funny just because you think its a joke.

I once was ticketed for speeding, and the idiot judge didn’t believe that I was “accelerating to avoid an accident.”

In a game that ends up 80-3, that’s just showing off.

RJ is a legendary and beloved character in Western New York, and he has been putting off retirement while battling throat cancer for 3 years waiting for an opportunity to make calls like this.

I dont know whether to shake your hand or punch you in the face.

Obviously visiting from Buffalo.

Eichel is doing more on his own - and he has dished a few UNREAL passes right into the slot that neither Kane nor Ennis have been able quite to convert.

Smile. Simply Smile.

Yes.

Bum ass. Not Dumb ass.

How bout the reaction time on the girl filming it all - bird flies into window as she is capturing the clamshell box being put back down onto some table somewhere.

After Christmas break my freshman year of college, classes started on January 2, a Monday. I made the remarkably bad decision to return to campus on a Greyhound Bus, on January 1 (New Year’s Day) and aggravated the stupidity of that decision by agreeing to celebrate New Year’s Eve with my freshman roommate in his…

#47 needs to get the hell out of the front of that circle.

I grew up in a middle class white American neighborhood. Forget black, I didn’t even meet Jewish people until I went to college.

Bless you for this: