Call the FBI and U.S. Marshals, we’ve located where the fugitive writers who used to work for Jay Leno have resurfaced.
“.. and I’m done so many commercials it’s interfering with my instinctive knowledge of football strategy Eli Manning.”
I preferred the series’ original name, The League of People Employing Hackneyed Improv, Lazy Contrivances and Grade-Z Seinfeldian Coincidence-Humor.
Is there something in his history that caused this, like he beaned someone in the head with a pick-off attempt and killed him? If so then this is like Sgt. Al Powell finally overcoming his fears and re-shooting Karl
SELL THE TEAM
(squints) Why does the last sentence in that 9 paragraph disclaimer say “Winnings payable in bitcoins”?
Finally something goes right for this team of perennial underdogs and castoffs constantly hamstrung with a microbudget worthy of Clerks
Odd Jobs:
I say we hit ‘em where it hurts by offering our own withering live-blog of Young Einstein.
I haven’t seen a Chelsea collapse like this since Ms. Handler attempted to navigate a cobblestone pathway in stilettos after 9 vodka tonics.
You should contact those people who are whining and tell them that they have chosen an ineffective method of conveying their personal labor economics philosophy.
And here’s my Native American general manager, He Who Gives Away Farm and Has His Nose Rubbed in it by Jeff Fisher of All People
Is sleeping on your old broken down pillow like getting your head slammed into a helmet? Hi I’m Amari Cooper for Serta Memory Foam.
Man, if the Mafia approached contracts like this, nobody would ever get whacked.
“Let’s just lay low for the next decade or so and not crack the top 25, I couldn’t stand the ridicule” — Charlie Strong