Except for the part where Rousey worked a gameplan that was completely dissimilar to her previous fights because she stupidly wanted to prove a point by outboxing a boxer. Other that that, spot on.

“Hey, uh, you suck and I was wondering if you could give me a few words on how you feel about sucking.”

You know what really sucks about the fast food proliferation of sriracha?

THAT could be, yes.

Bradford missed his calling in life. Dude should have went into business instead of football because judging by the fact that he keeps getting starting gigs despite never performing anywhere near that level, he could probably sell a drowning man a glass of water.

The Titans had their second rounder on the corner in fishnets, stilettos and a see-through skirt. I refuse to believe Kelly really did his best to get it, got rebuffed and ended up trading his QB and a second rounder for Snappy McBrokenrib as a backup plan.

“You’re dramatically overstating things. I only made one change to this dumpster.”

Foles was better than Bradford by nearly every relevant metric when they traded him, though.

I have no earthly idea what he was doing tossing in a second rounder for Bradford. I wouldn’t toss in gas money for Sam Bradford.

Indeed, by picking a dominant fighter to get the best of a previously unimpressive one who displayed a gameplan that was a perfect mismatch for the champion’s style, I made myself look very foolish. Good job.

Dude, New York kinda sucks. There’s no need to feel so inferior to them.

“There’s no real need to shop for deals on Black Friday” =\= “Black Friday is dying.”

That looks like some Marchman shit.

Straight up. July 4 was a Wednesday a few years back. What a waste. Work two days (great!), get a one day “weekend” (uhhhh...) and work another two days (what? No.)?

Except when Facebook adds a new “feature” that makes some/all your shit public until you play proctologist in your account’s settings.

Correct. Question should be rephrased.

This. If we don’t have each other’s phone numbers, there’s a reason.

“Just, the next time s/he pops to mind, you Google the name, find the funeral home’s posting, think how sad, then forget about that person again. Just like you had been forgetting that distant acquaintance up til that moment.”

It wasn’t that at all, but to each their own.

“Well, you sound like an anti-social prick...”