Do'g beat it too.

And what we have here is triple-distilled caucasity cacophony in sonic form.

If Gibson is looking for new employment, "The Grit Lord" is incidentally a tremendous potential name for a southern-style breakfast house.

I understand that he had good intentions but this ultimately turned out to be a pretty Lam joke.

"He's just fat, and he's lazy, and he was resting,"

Wow. Just wow. +1

Is this a Marge Schott sighting?

Unfortunately, as Christians, they are ineligible to compete in the new reality show debuting this fall, Dancing with the Stars of David.

Scott Norwood: "Man, I wish I could've missed wide up."

"It wasn't 209 ⅔," Hughes said of the bonus trigger. "It was 210. I have a lot of other things to hang my hat on."

Shockingly, the Manchester United fans came out strong on the offensive but had nary a defense for the counterattack.

He may actually have found it significantly more difficult to find any hint of propriety than corruption during his investigation.

For what it's worth, all parties involved just come off sounding a bit crabby.

The gambling part is directed at Michael Vick I presume?

Asamoah is being played just like that guy in his favorite book, "Gyan Girl".

Imagine his hand up your ass. That is what it is like to root for the Jets week after week.

Homeless people that live in the city proper make fun of people from Dundalk.

Dirty, industrial, smelly, crime-ridden, replete with vile Ravens fans.

Looks like Cicero kicked him right between the Ides.

-1 Super Bowl