This saddens me. Now there is literally no way he’ll see the inside of a jail cell.

And yet, that class action suit still has fewer members than the nWo.

I don’t mind Christianity, I don’t even particuarly mind fundimental Christianity, but I will not be lectured on morals by anyone willing to support a narcissistic, hate-filled monster like Trump.

I was once delivered an entire introductory package to the Columbia Music House CD’s in error. It was intended for someone in Nebraska.

Well my days of taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle...

I’m pretty sure it’s well known that after he turned round that plane and he let that money hit sky, he then turned round his plane (again?) and headed out for the stars.

Up there with Beavis’s “Treatise on Korn’s ‘Blind’”, overwhelming terror at Ed Kowalczyk stalking him, & gutteral moans as Prodigy cracked pavement during “Poison” for best video response.

Haven’t heard that song in ages. Now I’ll think about this all afternoon:

A player has the ball long enough to be the runner when, after he squeezes the potato with his greedclaw and his thundertrunk suctions to the swampy grass, he is capable off warding of a hex from the Field Magi, swallowing the potato outright, gallivanting to the dusky dimension via mirrorpool or fog portal, or filing…

“It’s real to me”

If only Big Boss Man was alive, this wouldn’t happen on his watch.

As far as series where I had no rooting interest: Giants over Angels in 2002. Give Barry Bonds a World Series and then watch the haters try to delegitimize it.

I assume a Browns jersey comes out.

“Rust was doing exactly what he was supposed to do in that situation. Glide around the ice with your head down, totally unprepared for contact.” - Penguins fan

I’ve lived in San Jose for the better part of 15 years, and this city is goddamn insane about the Sharks. (Not insane like European soccer fans; fuck those freaks. Insane in a good way.) It took me a long time to understand what San Jose’s only major sports team (no, Earthquakes, you don’t count) means to the civic…

He’s a high school football coach encouraging his star player to get his grades up.

Wow, someone is drinking the blue Kool-Aid. The only reason the series is not 2-0 is Elliot’s stellar play in Game 1 (combined with Jones’ not-so-stellar read on Lehtera’s weak slap shot). And Ott is too stupid to stay out of the penalty box, anyway.