Who gets the $500? The person you ran over?

Ahem.

My story would be the same except in reverse.

And to be completely ignored by everyone around you. Including Urkel to his left.

Also add of the worst horse collar call in football history a few minutes prior to this blown interference call.

I’m guessing it was close to the end of the day and the graphic designer working on the program had a blank page to fill. He thought: “shit, this is a historic game and we have these old posters on file, I’ll fill the page with them and be at the local happy hour with cold beer and flatbread pizza in minutes”.

He simply chose to not “start a family or develop his portfolio.”

I’m the guy that painted that sideline. Get off my back!

You guys are reading it all wrong. This woman is launching fart bombs that are bringing tears to Irina’s eyes. Bradley is merely looking at the fart bomber with his “Really lady? At Wimbledon?” expression.

Me. I shorted the stock.

Made the third base coach look like a genius for sending her home. Otherwise she was dead-to-rights by 15 feet.

Tells everyone at the office the next day: “it was the most exciting sporting event he’s ever been to”.

Why did the center fielder even move on the ball? Did he forget he wasn’t wearing a jetpack?

Who doesn’t check out the toilet paper situation before they take a dump? That being said, use your underwear and leave it in a reeking heap by the shitter. Friend’s wives love that.

The pace motorcycle was doing it’s job. He just decided to keep it at a slow pace. The bicyclists got what they deserved for being impatient.

Also the girl in the stands (second row, behind the woman in the pink jacket) sneezed almost at the same time. The server was a study in concentration.

Kramer?

Is the ear piercing screaming part of the plan?

For their heroics, we should send them some sunscreen.