“Forward passes? I wish.”

A wonderful entry into the rich Giants tradition of throwing passes to players in different jerseys. 

That still would come out to a hourly wage worse than flipping burgers at Mickey D’s.

Slush box, no cupholders, seller knows what he’s got. Crack pipe.

I used to say, “By the time I’ve noticed something becoming a trend, it’s already over.”

Tenant: reading an article about horse meat during lunch

Tenant: Pope Thrower

Chris Paul? I usually blame Chris Paul. 

One night, this exchange happened and I laughed out loud at 1am:

The game is uglier than one of Ratto’s sweaters.

Suit shopping while fat is an experience. Men’s Wearhouse calls my size the “Executive Line.”  Jos. A. Bank calls it a “Regal Fit”

“and shitty Mexican food options”

Look, this Hapsbong fella just fails the eye test. It’s that simple.

“You get Avengers: Endgame.”

In retrospect, no.

...are you surprised?

75%, with a 50% differential for the Carlton.

Did you just “Well actually” a minor detail about the awful Sonic movie?

UNSNAP UNSNAP RETURN IT GOD

Is this the universe balancing things after Endgame?