But then he went home and titty-fucked Kate Upton, so . . . win some, lose some.
Mariners fans would like to take this opportunity to thank the Cardinals for helping the team get back over .500. We really do appreciate it.
You’d think this joke would have become boring or tedious by about the nineteenth or twentieth iteration.
Mike Leake surrendered five runs on nine hits in just 3 1/3 innings of work as the Mariners hammered the St. Louis…
I judge people by their misuse of the apostrophe. >_>
h/t to ElephanTitus Andronicus for the idea
Don’t give Hinkie what he actively pursued. And the Cards are the worst, but not the worst.
Our midfield must be on farmersonly.com.....because we are getting FUCKING plowed.
Notable predictions from Stephen A. Smith’s ancestors:
Going 0-for-6 makes Smith kind of like the opposite of Michael Jordan, but to be fair, Michael was pretty bad at gambling too.
He is, however, 6-for-6 when it comes to screaming his predictions in a condescending tone.
Why can’t it be Skip Bayless whose car rolls down a driveway and pins him up against a brick wall? Why is Stuart Scott dead of cancer, but this guy gets to keep having a broadcasting career?
Not without a fight.
Andrew Bogut: [knee buckles]
Thank God. I misread that title as:
“You want a pizza me? I artichoke you for what you just said.”
This is awful. Jorts, really?