In a similar vain I'm really looking forwards to a photo-essay on the St. Louis Cardinals fans and how they are The Best Fans In Baseball

There is no God. Money does buy happiness. Might overcomes beauty every time. These are the harsh realities soccer fans must begrudgingly accept after Crystal Palace's shocking 88th minute equalizer gave Liverpool a draw

Working class digital brand managers from Greenpoint everywhere are absolutely devastated that their proletariat dream of hedge fund money beating Arab sheikh and Russian gangster petrodollars to win the league brought to you by Barclay's is all but over.

Something similar also happened to me a few years back. I also did not get laid, but I did make it on the local news the next week (for unrelated reasons).

Oh lel, one of these 'reverse raycism!' retards.

Perhaps Derek's heart is in the right place, and he seems genuinely concerned for the well-being of those under his razor-thin blanket of responsibility, but his attempt is misguided. Truth is, I kind of feel bad for the guy. He's currently a student at a university playing for a national title, and the most he can…

Farewell, Brandon. Sure, my fellow Browns fans might have spent the past couple of years constantly trying to come up with new things to call you—"the poor man's Derek Anderson," "big-armed oaf," "that bastard...where the hell is the remote?"—but not me; I think those three pretty much cover it. No need to get greedy.

This is incredible. I've been on Twitter for three years and never noticed spelling or grammar this good.