I’ve been known to deputize a million Ball uncles to see Jack Sock.
JungOffensiveMind
halfsieswithdinardo
You’re doing pizza taste tests? What’s tomorrow, “Ten Celebrities Who Are Total Potato-Sacks”? I come here because it’s not Barstool, I don’t want its woke reboot.
If only they had been in Alabama, the judges could have called the game so their dates could commence.
“His personal qualities are as timeless as they are modern”
I wish he’d let Alford coach his son and concentrate on ruining Li’l Magic’s (see In Living Color) Laker career? Lonzo’s shooting 47 percent from the free throw line— a few more rubber bands around his melon psyche and I think he’ll go.
Adios, muchachos.
I’m seeing 4 Austin twins!
If you see Tyrod benched one more time, it’s because I’m a bad coach. If you see Tyrod benched two more times, it’s because I’m a bad coach.
(pictured) Tie, yellow Currie.
The old “fooled by indirect discourse” headline whoopsie, got it.
Air Sanchez.
Also, this looks like a cross between a Matisse dancer and Martin Prince singing “Summer Wind.”
“What, what did you do to my MOM?!!!”
“It’s ok, babe— just trying to get into your world, stare into the centaur mirror that is Silicon Valley disruption.”
“She’s gonna die, get her out of here!!!”
(A-Rod starts digging groaning old woman out from a pile of paperclips)
“I was just giving Esther a demonstration— hang in…
That’s the Chicago Haisley way!!
RIP Terry Glenn. Condolences to his loved ones.
In the next segment, Ken Norton Jr. offers Napoleon McCallum a terribly-rolled joint.
Dadgum gud Photograph
(Coach O muttering to his bedroom radio in 1983).
His gold-digging girlfriend calls that “holding the love clipboard.”
I always wanted to visit the Mansion of Butts when visiting San Diego, as I understood Marion had impeccable taste.
Had the same shrug-inducing poignancy as Kevin James introducing a DVD set of his work while holding in his other hand an urn of his childhood dog’s ashes.