I love you.

Socking dingers since the eighties.

He’s going to feel perfectly at home at the Luxor.

He makes that thing look like a fucking basketball when he holds it.

I’m so used to seeing his throws go for touchdowns after interceptions that I just assumed there would be more TAINT in this photo.

Are you saying this guy comes off as self important?

That strikes me as a mean spirited take to have about a guy that reminds you that he’s your friend literally every time you see him.

Presenting fans with the unadulterated horror of Knicks basketball without any peripheral distractions is an extremely risky proposition.

Fuck, I got all excited to make this joke when I saw the headline.

Why is there an illustration of Richard Gere’s asscheeks at the top of the page?

Trump only wishes he were in the triple comma club.

I do this too. For me it’s not the idea I have to slip in there, it’s that I get absolutely infuriated with hearing the same thing explained 5 times with different combinations of words.

“Congratulations, you have achieved legendary goatse status.”

The Trumper last bastion of credibility: defend the golf record.

Username checks out...

Did you really just lump fried chicken taco shells in with trump and feral hog poison? Shame on you. Have you never been drunk, you muckraking harlot?

Someone hasn’t been to Tennessee...

Who’s the fuckin nihilist around here you fucking crybaby?!?!

This guy knows what he’s doing.

I wouldn’t call any of the early-mid nineties meats Mr. Piazza was sampling “cured” - I suspect they were positively virulent.