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Actually, Coach, Frank Serpe signed the vast majority of your checks #justfacts

There’s no better way to celebrate a Razorback TD than a few RPGs fired into the Dixieland sky! Pig Sooie!

In order:

When Ron Wolf told Scot that “football is all about cheers and boos,” he may have misinterpreted the advice.

Go fuck yourself. Your ignorance is astounding.

He’ll forever be Chet from Weird Science, fuckface.

Can’t Hornacek employ the Mean Machine Offense and draw up a few plays where the entire team chases loose balls headed straight for Dolan?

Ken Starr is a stain upon our democracy.

HOUSTON MASSACRE! FAKE NEWS! SAD!

Madoff probably bought 10 for his toes with the Wilpons’ cash

Chris Berman, soon coming to an envelope BACKBACKBACK near you ...

I asked HBO where all that jizz goes with Dolores and the whores. Unlike the women of Westworld, they were tight-lipped.

Lotta 12-to-6 elbows thrown by the dude in the glasses — that should have been a 1-point deduction right there.

I agree. That’s the third rail of journalism, sportswriting in particular.

No, it’s a tragic anecdote about a peron who tragically could not control herself.

Pele lit the cauldron and then threw himself in. So noble, so sad ...

The Americans just walked in. So, roughly 9:35 on NBC

Willie Mays looks fuckin’ GREAT!

That looks almost like a classic Hulk Hogan comeback, where he eventually drops that big $115M leg and liquidates his foe.