Are there other options for sport in Nashville? Is eye-fucking Kellie Pickler a sport?

And the glass.

I call shenanigans. Knitting requires math skills.

My Teen Wolf is Jason Bateman.

Go back to Mexico, rapist.

Be careful what you wish for. Sober fans have more accurate throws.

I totally care...that this shit is worthy of keystrokes.

Go to bed, Donald J. Words have meaning.

Does anyone happen to know the city in which the movie “Rocky” takes place?

Could someone please explain to me why Tony LaRussa still draws a paycheck? This is the guy who thought Royce Clayton was so damn good, Ozzie Smith should be forced into retirement.

As an active alcoholic, I prefer pitchers on the incline.

How about “La Cucaracha” on the piccolo?

So, it’s like a Pizza Juicero?

So, it’s like a Pizza Juicero?

Fuck off, square. Go masturbate to Creflo Dollar.

I blame Bryce, and the assholes who named him.

4\20 was yesterday.

Anything written on an eighth grade level is a dinger. Donger blogs are fifth grade level, if that fifth grader got kicked in the head while extracting semen from a bull. Clear?

Go to bed, Bud Selig.

Randolph Scott.

Fuck off Redford. We want Marchman.