I worked at a Wherehouse in the early 90s. I would get the Columbia/BMG CDs then just “return” them to my store for what I wanted or cash.

He does have a punchable face though.

“Cleveland sounds like a terrible place.”

This season of Ballers just got interesting.

That image is from the final episode of season 19 (1994), Hartman’s last season, in which the cast sang “So Long, Farewell.” Hartman died in 1998.

I shoot raw eggs for breakfast. Have done it drunk on many occasion. As long as the yolk isn’t leaking you’re in the clear—that’s the part that gags people. Other than that, egg white has no taste.

What is best in cocktail parties?

Can’t wait for Russell Wilson to be the first 10,000 yard scrambler/rusher in a season.

Will I be able to copy + paste plays into Madden?

Nope.

If you want a dick pic, just ask.

I think she’s really just asking for dick pics.

We are TONE DEAF!

At least they didn’t go with the original intro:

Laughs were easy in the late summer of 2000. I was 12 years old the first time I watched the joke, aware that the presidential race had already boiled down to a battle between “boring” and “stupid,” that my parents would be voting between “subliminable” and “lockbox.”

If you can’t read the signs, you have no reason being on the base paths.

I don’t why they couple this with health benefits. More sick and dead people will actually help this process.

“...motherfucker...”

This is just like rugby. The kicker has to put everyone onside. If there were more rugby style rules in football (especially with the kicking game) it could get interesting.