Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat

I work with a Korean girl that almost never gets (or has) a drink with lunch. She says “it’s a Korean thing.” I guess I have to trust her on that.

A plodding, clean-guitar slog from Workbook? You’re False Minnesotan, Drew. Give me the uncut shit straight into my veins!!1!!!

Eat shit, but have a star.

I see where this is all going (full suppression/deletion/whatever), but I know America’s great NFL fans won’t let me down. They will never let Kraft or the Patriots hear the end of it. They will shout every lewd thing they can at Kraft as long as he’s alive to attend games. They will cram a billion dick/handjob signs,…

Lol @ Steak Shapiro’s tweet. This guy’s primary occupations vacillate between “sports radio blockhead” and “guy who unironically visits local Spaghetti Factory locations” on his local culinary adventure show.

Thanks for the literary analysis, Meat.

Fuck the jraphics interchange format generally.

Chris Paul is cold garbage with a Napoleon complex. 

I’m honored to star this.

Homedude looks like Jim Breuer and Zuckerberg melted together.

Everyone who thinks the repeated references to the safety of the crypts foreshadows a harrowing situation where scores of dead Winterfell ancestors are reanimated as wights say YEHHH!!!

No doubt. My brother got a Ryne Sandberg signature card in a pack of ‘91 Donruss that year, and we immediately went and sold it to a card shoppe for $300. We were 13 and 11, and $300 may as well have been $1,000,000.

He used the $300 to buy his first CD player (for $250, looooooool). The leftover $50 went to R.E.M.’s Ou…

Remember Bowman cards? Maybe my brain is porridge, but I specifically remember a late 80s/early 90s card brand that was slightly taller than Topps/Score/Donruss/Flair, etc. I think they were Bowman.

They were annoying.

My father-in-law would disagree, right before turning beet red and screaming that Colin Kaepernick deserves a bullet in his head.

“The Dork Jerked ‘Round the World"

Less shocking than footage of an NFL owner’s wrinkled dork belching out pearl jam into the awaiting towel of a “masseuse” — but, to each his own!

I liked this story better when you wrote it about Tom Brady after SB 49. Oh wait, I imagined that.

Hollywood Nights, brah.

It will end with everyone dead, except for Ed Sheerhan. Somehow.

MORE MAYONNAISE FOR YOUR BOOT, SIR???