"Best part: The hanger."

I don't think there's clash here—as far as I know, the overall enrollment of students isn't proportionally related to those admitted on athletic scholarships. My only concern was with the idea that because a class is being taught, it is "free" to add students to it (with several caveats to which I wasn't generous in…

That would be true, aside from the sad fact that most public institutions, including my two almas mater UNC Chapel Hill and Texas, are cutting the budgets for their academic functions in the name of austerity (and a general ideological attack on liberal arts education writ large). I instructed a public speaking course…

A Schiano man would have taken the table, gotten the host fired, left a -10% tip, and written "I steal from the offering plate every Sunday, why should I give you 20%?"

And given what we know about Hochuli's biceps, what we hear next is millions of balls suddenly crying out in terror, and then suddenly silenced.

Scunthorpe also has the baddest-ass badge in all of English football.

I'd say there was a second shooter, but looking at that Bobcats lineup...I think Gerald acted alone.

It's also not the Hall of Oates.

THIS GUY. This is a guy I like to call "Background Music Listening Champ." He's just got such mental toughness to block us out, am I right, Mike?

Next up: Auditioning as Jet No. 3 in a production of West Side Story.

7th inning stretch in St. Louis: Abortions for some, miniature American flags for others!

This is certainly too late for an NFL thread, but: I just typed "Schiano" into my phone, and the autocorrect turned it into "Schisms." Good on ya, iOS7.

Watch your throat, Victor! Don't turn your back on Gus!

Looks like #47 was being held on the play—perhaps it was that?

They can't even get their star outfielder to pay attention to the bullpen.

Nobody's going to throw back that jack. My god, Papi! What a hit.

You're excited? Feel these nipples!

"Great, now where do I put my vinegar?"—Robby Painter

If there's any woman in the world who can be in a room with a bunch of old, white men deciding who is going to inflict life-altering amounts of violence against one another for the benefit of American corporations...it's Condi Rice.

Hegel-er with the sub, late goal? How phenomenal(ogy of Spirit)