Boo-urns.

You sound needy.

Swimming is always part of the earlier events.

If there’s no video nobody cares, amirite?!

It’s usually around lunch time when I find myself wondering, “What would I rather have in my mouth? Five Guys or Dick’s?”

D’Haquille

I am SO not a raper!

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?

We are TONE DEAF!

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

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

“...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.

Another story of a victim of police brutality! http://www.reuters.com/article/2015/0…