jebandtheholograms
Jeb! & The Holograms
jebandtheholograms

Should that design be rejected, Davis has a backup design:

It’s almost like Bernie STILL has no idea what he’s doing. Huh.

In terms of overall dumbest contractual disputes in sports history, surely this ranks way the fuck up there, no?

“The White Sox have to call it Guaranteed Rate Field, as does the Illinois Sports Facilities Authority, which owns and operates the ballpark. They signed a contract. But did you sign a contract? You did not. They are getting millions of dollars to call it that. You aren’t getting shit.

They have time to find an adequate replacement. Her performance has been slipping, she’s a bad PR lightning rod with no brain/mouth filter and her fairly volatile behavior off the field makes her a liability.

Notice that his mother is using a fork as well.

I’ll put money down that Spurrier was forced out of Washington after Snyder found out that he let Dave drink some Gatorade for free.

This. McGregor has everything he needs to be a pro wrestler except the size. Dude’s no bigger than most Mexican luchadors and I don’t see him putting on a mask and learning how to do flippies.

Kid needs to up his zombie costume game. It’s 2016.

Here’s what this boils down to.

Update: Ryan Lochte claims he joined Brazilian anti-terrorism task force, performed raid on gas station, was killed during said raid

“Now, as you see here on page 17, if a player thinks about saying the word ‘weed,’ he must instantly lick Commissioner Goodell’s taint and beg for a 8 game suspension.”

I knew someone beat me to this joke.

Hell yeah, I party, bro. I’ll put away as many as 6-7 drinks (!!!!) before going to bed at 11.

Gathering of close loved ones: Drink however much you want and feel is appropriate for the occasion (i.e. shots are cool at your brother’s birthday party, but kinda not at your great aunt’s)

To paraphrase pro wrestler Kevin Nash: “I wonder if you’d have as many guys dying in their 50s if the rule was ‘no pills and no booze, but smoke all you want.’”

You know what’s crazy? My town has no professional sports teams. None. Never will, either. We’re too far from two major media makers to call their teams our own, but too close for even the most craven capitalist fuck to attempt to crowbar a team in here.

You really can’t, 100%, rule it out.

I have extras if anyone needs them.

We are Aggie women! We are fill... F-filled, uh... F... Filled w...