I simply cannot imagine in my wildest dreams how anyone but an absolute idiot could have inferred that the brilliant young genius’ torn up nightstand clock was, in actuality, some kind of provocative bomb hoax. People are so stupid. Sheesh.

I wish to correct a statement I made earlier in this thread. Before I realized that you were a dropout, I had assumed that you were under-employed. I’ve come to understand that whatever shitty, low-paying deadend job you’re in suits you and your uneducated ass perfectly.

You seriously need an education...and it’s painfully obvious. You clearly did not attend enough school to form a proper sentence; your judgement of others is ironic and comical.

Nobody even knows who Merkel’s husband is; clearly, Hillary has the bigger ass.

There are clearly two things missing from that costume.

Cool Hand Mook.

WTF are you on about? Let me guess...presumptuous asshole without reliable communication or grammar skills.

Actually, looking at the comments, your poor communication skills appear to be the common denominator.

And the employees that work there should receive no consideration in regard to the working environment?

Being drunk is rude, I can understand that perspective, but when is drinking rude? I’m geninuely confused; unless you’re cracking cold boys at an AA meeting...

Lowering your center of mass makes it easier to stay balanced. Also, most football players believe serious injuries are for other players...and lowering your head will often result in increased success and playing time.

Next time, wait a week for the herpes to clear up.

Jerry Sandusky approves.

That’s Red Man; it’s chew. “Dip” is different than chew.

But the whole thing works better when the pitcher and catcher love each other. The Cyrano de Bergerac thing works to a degree but most pitchers prefer a catcher with whom they have rapport and confidence. It’s not that Schwarber couldn’t rely on the bench for pitches, it’s that pitchers don’t want a “fucking rook”…

Take it easy on Costas; he calls these games without being able to see over the table in front of him.

Outfielders have such strong arms exactly because they do practice that all of the time...”long toss.”

I can either blot it away prior to eating it or can spray it out of my ass in barely digested form (and with surprising force) just after...and I may or may not make it to the toilet.

This one’s pretty simple, really; if your squad has been mathematically eliminated and the team you are playing against is in contention, start with humility as the baseline and don’t dare go north.

I really like the part how you implicitly use homoeroticism as a very poorly veiled insult. Either you view it as an insult, which says something about you, or you automatically assume that I will be hurt by you suggesting that I am at some level homosexual, which also says something about you.