Just fucking change it to beer Olympics, already. You can use my backyard, IBOC.

They're trying to save face. They don't want to go down as the "hey remember those one Olympics we had that one time and it was a complete shit show?" I've seen less fucked up hentai (accidentally, of course.) *coughs*

This whole situation is just stupid.

“Not only is it terrible that the Colts traded a first round pick for Trent Richardson and he became the John Romero’s Daikatana of all-time running backs”

Being a former swimmer who had stopped giving a shit and didn't care about Felpts during the last winter Olympics but has a son in swimming now and wtf let that college kid compete in in this heat I forgot where I was going with this I'm drunk good night.

I wish my dad would have had a big arcade collection when he dies.

1. I never worry about dying.

I don't comment often and when I do it's probably garbage. But I just wanted to say you're articles are the best. After Drew's WYTS.

My go to line after sex is "do you wanna play some Sega Genesis?"

You’re obviously trolling. Either that or you're fifteen years old.

I'm not disagreeing with you, but there is a phrase "better safe than sorry".

“After the rehearsal, police executed multiple civilians at Maracana Stadium due to because it’s Rio"

Over/under on him being shit-faced and is using the "freak accident" as an excuse?

I was joking about trying to find some. But thank you anyways. Fun fact I was born in Duluth and still live relativity close by.

And another note why is it called a pair of pants? There's only one. When I'm wearing pants I'm not wearing two pants.

If 4 children were in a car with Rovell and he crashed into the side of Yankee Stadium at 105 MPH, would the kids complain?

Thank you. I’ve been wondering what I should type into the Amazon search bar for at least a month.

Does anyone remember those pants/shorts where you could just zip the bottom half of the legs off? I explained that poorly. I am drunk.

My dad gave me a sip of his beer around the age of four. He dared me to slam his "soda/cola/pop" at the age of eight or nine and I did turns out there was rum in it. My dad had a terrible sense of humor.

Kind of reminds me of the air brushed rides of my hometown's country fair.