If anybody has a fucking problem with this, I say fuck you, you fucking fucks.

“We do apologize that there is some exultation language...”

‘The Blues Sure Said “Fuck” A Lot After Winning The Stanley Cup’

Having tried “wines” from the nearby region, I would take the Sunny D.

To quote several players when they hoisted the Cup: “F*ckin A Right!!”

Both have been long irrelevant.

I actually believe St. Louis style wine is an unrefrigerated bottle of Sunny D.

The tendon is often replaced with one from a cadaver. Which means Quinn Cook might miss next season too.

It’s cool when Megan Rapinoe does it, and cool when your daughter does it. 

Trestles are the stuff of Bruce Springsteen songs and Rob Reiner movies.

My grandmother saw that and disputed that assertion, saying her town had better tasting water.

All-American cities are the same as getting suckered into being in the Who’s Who of high school or college students yearbooks. You’re one of the good kids, but you’re definitely rubes. It helps if the local high school (there will only be one) is three-time state band champions (last one in 1996).

“Some have said that I am the greatest narcissist.” DJT

I’m not schmoopy, YOU’RE schmoopy!

“My guess is that any 3rd-rate high school coach could win with that team.”

I know a guy who posts a picture every time he and his wife leave the house and they all include the phrase “my love”. They have more marital problems than the Clintons.

I see, we’ve got a Schmoopy over here.

Guys who have been married for longer than 6 months and refer to their old lady as “my bride” give me the creeps.