Less ridiculous than being named after a condom.

Speaking of rugs, if you have wooden floors, an area rug will make your place a little cozier.

There’s a tarpman lying on the ground

He was hit by the dude from the Warren Sapp Bud Light commercial firing his cannon!

Andy Reid was in the passenger seat, telling him what to do.

I wonder if the hipster’s date knew how to eat a tamale, but didn’t bother to tell him.

Forte and Haggard are part of a growing contingent of gun owners—mothers.

Cue know nothings complaining that their First Amendments rights are being violated in 3...2...1

My mom drinks Miller Lite pony bottles.

I’m trying to think of the closest equivalent. Maybe Buckner’s ground ball? Huge stage, but that didn’t have the immediate impact of losing the WS. There’s Norman’s collapse at the Masters, but that a slow motion thing, rather than instantaneous.

If the laundry detergent has the HE symbol, is that good enough?

Weiner dogs make everything better.

And I’m not proud of myself for making that joke, but it was too easy to pass up.

He was researching getting a double moob removal.

It’s disingenuous of Ley to put “internet mob” in quotation marks, as if those are the words Costas used. He called it “Internet stuff”, which is a completely accurate description. I’d hardly call that “lashing out”. And this post just proves Costas’s point.

But who’ll play Sciosa in the movie, now that Philip Seymour Hoffman is dead?

F*** I Gamble, Just Ask Me

“Sorry Kobe, that tweet should have been attributed to Larry Nance, Sr.”

I have flames on my car. I HAVE FLAMES ON MY CAR.

Goat racing is OK, but it’s no mutton bustin’.