Just look at that fist.  You can almost feel the Alabamy rage building up inside of him.

Yasmin Mossavar-Rahmani, an associate professor of clinical epidemiology and population health at the Albert Einstein College of Medicine in the Bronx

Goddamned Preverts with their poems and such...sick I tell you!

Uh, clearly that’s a limerick.  Why don’t you learn some knowledge before you come at me!

I’m pretty sure the word you’re looking for is soliloquy.  Like 99.9% sure.

Glad you said all that so that I don’t have to type it.

To have a counterpoint, there has to be an original point. You, sir, are the counterpointer. So take that!

Yep. Clear sign that he got two months worth of refills because he’s “going out of town.”

Jim Irsay’s Opanan on this matter is worthless. The Subutex of the tweets is that he doesn’t want the Colts Morphine into a mindset that they can’t be the Team that’s Tapentadol of the league.

No qualifications needed, just like the County Sheriff

For those of you who can’t see it, I’ve tried to highlight it in the following graphic

Chernobyl still wreaking havoc.

Is there such a thing as a punchable head?  You know, like a punchable face?  Because if there is, Stone has it and I want to.

Why yes, in fact I do, although I’d classify these thoughts as undisputed facts rather than opinions.

Why is every single elected official out of Iowa a fucking moron on even the most basic issues? You guys are running neckbeard-and-neckbeard with Indiana, and that shouldn’t be a point of pride. It’s amazing that Grassley can even put on his fucking shirt in the morning, much less write a fucking letter. And this…

The Isle of Dr. Moreau (1996) starring Val Kilmer and Marlon Brando

One day I want to see if my MS Paint skills can help me learn to be like you.

Found it.  Different weight class.  I’ll take my Intercontinental Belt and be happy.

That sounds like a lot of work.