Iggy, pop!

I paid $2,100 for a “French Laundry” once. Turns out it was 3 Parisian prostitutes with hairy armpits spitting on me for 15 minutes and then blasting me with hair dryers.

The Braves are horrible, but that’s no excuse for why Fredi got fingered.

What sealed the deal for Davis, you ask?

Vineyard Vines: For when you want to drink yourself stupid, throw a failed slow-motion haymaker, and get kicked in the neck...all while dressed like the preschooler with the coolest mom.

And lo they formed the ancient fighting circle as many announced the famous war cry "come at me bro!". Verily they did come at him and a plethora of errant punches was soon bandied about wildly. Many a tear was shed for the boat shoes and pastel shirts dirtied on that famed field of martial struggle.

“Bleeding out his ankle, out of his whatever...”

please, “eurostep” is the preferred nomenclature

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