Best of luck, Mort.

Women will complain about anything these days. It’s like, if you don’t want to have your face ejaculated on, don’t injure your shoulder...seems pretty simple to me.

ill preface this comment by saying i was born and raised in Massachusetts (spent 25 yeas in Boston and the South Shore.). This has to be the first time ever that the police have covered up for a black guy.

I particularly enjoyed his club alias (Fredlacious Cocksmith) and the following exchange:

A one loss, 14 and 2 season, would still be pretty impressive.

For-e-ver. For-e-ver.

This article checks out, that is in fact a good big dog.

THE BEAST

She also manages to mention her book in the letter. I, um... I side-eye that.

She already wrote a 2010 book about it, she’s been trying to cash in on this for some time. She also kept his name after the divorce, so that just screams volumes to me about her motive.

*Cynic Alert* I think she’s out of his will and doesn’t want his current wife cashing out on his death. I bet if she was in the will she’d be all for people buying the commemorative t-shirt.

Well he had technically become a runner by the time he was hit in the head so it was clean.

“Remember the Titans?”

He’s like Bo Derek, a perfect 9-1.

I believe the ball has to be snapped.

The episode they did with the frat-guy aliens is one of the greatest I’ve ever seen. It’s so fucking perfect. Look it up if you haven’t seen it.

I don't even care. I fucking love hard ciders. All of them.