He is so right. It is like a surreal dream. Like waking up and finding your nice neighbor who waves and says hello daily as he walks his dog has no compunction voting with the grand wizard of the local KKK chapter. Oh sure, he has a better reason. Clinton sucks, emails, tax rates, etc. But everyone knew what this…

Sitting in work actually muttering to myself, “Go, motherf*cker. GO!”

This play was one of the few things that happened last year that didn’t make me feel like an asshole for liking sports.

Sweet bonus cash for the state troopers.

Me too!

I ain’t got a dog in this fight, but that was well said.

Dude, nobody buys a team jersey with the owner’s name on it.

I didn’t need to go down that Why The Fuck You Lyin’ rabbit hole on vine. Thanks for hyperlinking...

A man who was paid handsomely without producing anything of value has nothing left to learn in Silicon Valley.

It ain’t fringe no more; it’s what’s behind door #2.

I found about 20 Pokemon today

Thanks! And while you’re at it, I’ll have a grande latte, no whip.

I’ll be in the garden, weeding, drinking cheap beer from the cooler I keep outside. Because if you go inside to grab a beer, or pee, I’ll inevitably sit down, start watching TV, playing games, or scrolling through Twitter.

Don Pigeon is so delicious!

The 2015 Royals only had one regular who hit over .300, no one with 25 HRs, one 100 RBI guy, and no full-time starter with an ERA under 3.50 (the only one was Chris Young who was a swingman bouncing between rotation and pen) or more than 13 wins.