She’s right. It’s disgusting. Regardless of whether or not you “soil” your undergarments (seriously?) or they smell bad, you still have bacteria and fecal matter in your underwear.  

Great article that captures everything about this win that made it so special, particularly to those of us old enough to remember Prime Tiger. Man, what a day!

Athletes are measuring sticks.  

You’ve clearly never played golf on a municipal course. Far more blue-collar workers playing golf than rich people.

Imagine saying something so confidently and being so wrong.  You should head to a muni course on the weekend some time.

Not really a mustard fan at all, but I LOVE this one  

Not really a mustard fan at all, but I LOVE this one  

It’s the Maillard reaction.

Nah, you picked a good week for blowback against no-meat blowhards. They’re hiding from the masses that adored Steve Irwin.

As a wise man once said “Sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie, but I won’t eat the filthy mutherfucker.”

“Delicious ass-fucking meat”

“delicious-ass fucking meat”

Behold the power of the correctly-placed hyphen. 

What say you, unabashed meat eaters, WHAT SAY YOU?

See what happens when some Glory Boy doesn’t understand the history of the situation and instead tries to make the game all about him by daring to get on base??

Ya know, at the start of the game, BOTH pitchers are working on perfect games. It really is rude of any batter to try to get a hit in that situation.

I’m not going to criticize a basketball player for choosing paid basketball work over unpaid basketball work.

If Delicious Peters and Chardonnay Beaver don’t meet in their bracket, this shit is fixed.

Nobody is beating Dr. Narwahls Mating.

First round matchup between Chardonnay Beaver and Maverik Buffo? One of these guys(?) doesn’t deserve to go home that early.

Delicious Peters and Miracle Crimes were both seeded way, WAY too low.

I was on that flight. Here is my Verrit code: