Purchase. Four glorious years of brown brick, cheap wine, art and bullshit. (Seriously, though, I had a great time. I just wish I’d majored in something a little more marketable than English.)

This is solid, but we all know the last two are never happening.

So much better.

A Game of Throws

It’s going to be so much fun to watch Magic Johnson fuck this all up.

As a lefty, I was of course, grabbing the seldom used right side of the cabinet. It was never really worn in on that side on any machine I ever played, so I always felt privileged to have the less deteriorated side of the cabinet to hold onto!

Gotta love the Drunk Train.

Cheating at a casino.  What are the odds?

It wasn’t as much cheating as it was trying to eat the roulette ball.

I guess it’s true what they say. Eventually we do all grow up and start getting arrested for things our parents would get arrested for.

He’s going to be someone big some day. Glass ceilings can’t hold him.

ECW! ECW! ECW! ECW!

“How do you learn to fall off a 40-foot skylight?!” - Jim Ross

Yeah, nothing really clears up your political position like, “I literally would have volunteered to be a Nazi soldier if I could have.”

I went to undergrad in Westchester. I know well of what you speak, my man.

Yeah. Shame about the country though.

Fights and vomit. Nothing but fights and vomit. 

Billionaires really are feeling the heat. Maybe the day is finally coming.

Imagine fucking a PR bit so badly that you have to say this: