“I mean, I’d never really considered it. What if I really am just a belly-itcher?”

You’re a fucking tool, bro.  

Bathrooms in Cincinnati are typically the site of much worse devastation.

If I spit in one cardinal direction you happen to align with and the spit falls 15 feet away from you going downward whilst you sit in a chair heightened upward by 10 feet. Have I spit at you? No. I’ve spit in a show of protest against your perceived slight against me. You seem to be asserting he attempted to spit ON…

Fewer*. You must also be from the south.

I’ve seen less errors in an Alabama “science” text book.

Bloggers who grew up in Swampscott, MA (median income of $84,174) are the last people who should be calling anyone a pussy

This times ten fucking million.

Eh, maybe they get an impressive employer match or something. Just “401K” in and of itself isn’t very telling either way. 

Also, you don’t form a union because your boss is an asshole. You do it because your company is owned by The Chernin Group and collective bargaining is going to offer you a lot more protection than a real nice boss.

My guess is Barstool fans have a pretty nuanced take on union advocates in sports. I’m guessing they think of Andy Messersmith as being a team-first, scrappy and hustling labor man as opposed to Curt Flood and his athletic, showboating, individualistic take on worker’s rights. 

“Unions are for Pussies”

I love when dipshits talk tough in service of cutting their own dicks off. Bravo, you futon stains.

Real men write blogs about which Instagram models are hot enough to masturbate to and how underrated Machine Gun Kelly is.

No one ever formed a union because they wanted to make less money and have less job security. Your boss keeps you around because the value you produce is more than what he pays you, a union just helps ensure that gap is smaller. 

Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of 6 and 10. That is your ceiling, you forgotten, burning river town in Hell. When the beating from the Jets sets up a beating by the Rams, there’s no light at the end of the tunnel when the Ravens come.

the most accurate part of is that he punts from basically his own goal line. even in the land of make believe the Browns have shot themselves in the dick 

What's Aquino?

Stewart’s celebration reminds me of the current Giant wide receivers trying to run a sluggo route.

This is kind of amusing, and thankfully didn’t escalate, but part of me has to look at it from the perspective of “celebrating while black.”

It was definitely a major break from the way people usually walk the streets of Cleveland: