Get some cold spray and some ‘Tussin on that thing, walk it off for a few minutes, and get back out there you pussy!

I can think of at least one Gawker story of recent that could have used some more careful editing...

Methinks you’re giving a wee bit too much credit to the sub-editing fuck-givings of a site whose last post on the US Open was almost two days ago, and then about a squirrel interrupting a match between two unranked players.

FYI

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Damn you.

Barry/Denton/God, can I get out of the greys now? Going on 500 stars below, i’m on a roll.

Glad he’s finally caught a break.

They were insane not to have sold him at the 26M or 30M pound bids, when they could have reinvested that money into at least one sufficient defense replacement and bulked up in the midfield. But at this late stage of the transfer window (4 days left), they should absolutely not sell Stones.

My favorite part about this video is when I clicked play, then an overlay video ad magically appeared in front of the video so I could hear it, but not see it. That was great.

Are you SURE this one isn’t a bicycle kick, Billy?

The real question is: who can score the best bicycle kicks?

There’s a Wocket in My Pocket is pretty funny for a tiny kid — my now-two year old went bonkers over it daily for a month when he was 8 months, but Fox in Sox can go fuck itself hard.

$0.16 for a used hardcover copy, plus $3.99 shipping? Fuck that!

With mom muttering, out of nowhere, “I always forget we can go to the bar for breakfast,” followed by dad stating “tell grandma that one” I get the feeling basketball isn’t a focus at home for this kid.

Is it weird that I closed my eyes and masturbated to the sound of this?

Oof!

You’d certainly be allowed to think it, but you’d be wrong to do so.