Shit, I'm 5'7" and just about 2 bills and I wear a 42 short jacket. No fucking way he wears a 48.

Happy to give this one the nice star number it deserved.

This is a perfect example of Hanlon’s Razor: Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.

It’s happened before. Pat Riley went from running the Showtime Lakers to setting offensive basketball back 40 years with the Knicks and Heat.

On top of a VISOR. What is a visor, really, but a shelf for knockoff Oakleys? Some visors ARE sunglasses, which is just the sharpest look. If you ever want to be mistaken for a Sarasota tennis instructor, this is your look.

Fair enough.

Is it bad that it took me a second to realize you meant “Hockey Night in Canada” when you wrote HNIC?

Thank you for making the reference for me. Mourn ya ‘til I join ya Herbert!

Really? Because I came for the dick jokes.

Upvoted for using the classy plural of beef.

I would add “somehow not catching Robert Durst” to that list.

Yeah, really looking forward to the hot take C’lay is going to dish.

“As such, I endeavor every day to do exactly what Chick-fil-A puts forward as its overarching corporate value”

Christians may not have invented marriage, but even the Bible didn’t define it solely as between one man and one woman.

Note to self after reading through comments: Try to find a different way to communicate how disgusting mayo is without making reference to the devil and/or spunk.

“If you scrape the mayo off my bread like a lazy asshole, I still know it’s there. I can still taste it contaminating my meal. I can feel it infecting my body...”

It’s not just team sports. Long time ago I used to run the USTA tournaments at a tennis club in Florida (no, not that one) and I had one father follow me into the bathroom to yell at me about his 12-year-old son’s seeding (no, not that one either).

That whole CD was much better than it had any right to be. Matthew Sweet doing the Scooby-Doo theme, Sublime getting stoned and giggling through Hong Kong Phooey... Of all the CDs that resulted from that weird tribute album phase of the 90's, that one is the only one I remember with any fondness.

Sure doesn’t sound like she was in heaven, this time.  But it’s only love, and that’s all.

It’s like someone took the wrong lessons from the Ugly Kid Joe version of “Cat’s in the Cradle.”