Worst Washington junk offense since Chris Cooley.

Hey, Neymar, Martin Gore called, and he says he wants— no, you can keep his hair— he wants you to score more.

No one was criticizing the well-deserved leveling. If I were a player I’d consider any on-the-field interloper a potential Seles stabber and take precautionary measures.

Stop milking the point.

Whose knees buckled better, the idiot or the player laughing at his friend’s brutality?

“At least this was the U.S. Open on Fox and not a tournament hosted on TV by Jim Nantz”

Reporter: “How deep is the USDA’s regret?”
*Bros wrest away USDA mic*
“So deep, so deep, so deep, it’ll put your ass to sleep.”

The headline already is the joke.

muppets position

Do not ever underestimate
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dammit, thought I’d looked through every previous comment. Now I look like the burned rouxbe.

Rioux needs to play in France, where he’d feel the heat of competition, develop strength through getting burned, and really bulk up.  

Have to say I didn’t take for you one who doesn’t get the bit.

*thought cloud above her head*
“There it goes, into the woods, never to be recovered, the Father’s Day beej you could have had.”

You call it a devastating particulate-bearing liquid that will provide non-lethal security for the classroom.
I call it an in-school suspension.

11' 7"?!!!

I read that Noble Indy was supposed to block for Vino Rosso anyway, so this seems *gets a head start running out of Kinjaworld, yells over shoulder* 

Albert Burneko would just call this the dignity of a pre-emptive shrug.

Explains their new segment “HR, Are You Worried?”

*Romper Room voice*
Hi, children. You wonderful, precious, galaxy-brained kids over here want to say the 36-26 team is five games ahead of the 31-31 team. You can say that. You can say they are five games ahead of the .500 team. We love you. You are safe and loved.