Recent related takes uttered in the Darrell’s Dimebags’ house:

They spelled “but is an alcoholic, coke-addled, self-destructive, woman-abusing douchebro” wrong.

What’s the opposite of “meh”? Is it “yeh”?

You son of a bitch.

He is kind of a punk, yeah?

Yeah... Coach woulda put me in fourth quarter, we would’ve been state champions. No doubt. No doubt in my mind.

Protein...the answer is always protein:

I follow this same approach with my sweaters. I probably wear them 10 times between dry-cleanings, but iron them before each wear. It works great! Assuming you wear undershirts with sweaters (because if you don’t, you are a monster), they don’t need to be washed all that often.

I find it shocking because usually it’s lacrosse players exposing themselves...

And now I’m continuously that that book ends with the breast-feeding of a grown man. 

Gooooooood...goooooooood. Let the hate flow through you.

I don’t know...every time I walk past the window of a yoga class at my gym, I feel much more fertile.

It’s a bummer. Before the election, I came to the Gawker/Gizmodo group of sites for funny sports stories, life hacking tips, and cool science/tech/space articles. Now those posts are a sideshow to the constant litany of “Get Outraged: Latest Overreaction to Trump” blogs (Note: I did not vote for Trump). Oh, and…

+1 scoop of creatine.

I’ll grant you that she was probably using it for a leg up, but I don’t know that I’d adamantly call her out as a cheater. The issue is she continued to take it after it was banned.

Wears hat backwards. Needs a dick-punching.

Right? I don’t know why I bother. You really can’t change anyone’s mind on the internet these days. People just go online these days to validate their own opinions in echo chambers and call each other Nazis.

TLDR: Turds in your drinking water.

I do the same. Works for me.

Wait, what? No: Attach them to the exterior of your gym bag (never the interior) and wash them about once a month. Problem solved.