Well...at least he’s not bleeding from a slit neck. That’s something.

“Like Jesus, Tim Tebow is also 3 Days Late”

A toddler might say to you, “Vroom vroom, I am a truck!”

Should’ve been called off. Basket interference.

But was it a sandwich?

Doesn’t seem like a big deal to me, although, in full disclosure, I spend most of my day looking at huge cocks on the internet.

Showed my wife too and she thought they should have thrown a flag for excessive celebration.

That’s not how statistics works.

he might not have thought it was a real game with all those white kids on the floor.

You forgot the clincher:

Nah; it’ll count for less as she is likely to succeed, will end up where other successful people are, and will realize that her vote means far less than Poop Boy’s back in his rural town.

Guess what Edith? In the future, your vote is going to count exactly the same as a current 5 year old boy who says “Look what I have” while holding a piece of his own poop in his hand.

I’m surprised he was allowed to stay in his seats that long. I could barely get through 1:15 of it.

At least they were honest about the reason. In my house, it’s usually a “headache.”

“These people have awful names.”

here’s a quarter, maybe he’ll find his way,

Look at that Gator just fucking strutting along like, “Check this out, assholes. This is my fish. You got a fish like this? Didn’t fucking think so.”

Goddamnit coach, that kid needed just one more rebound for a triple-double.

Canadian Barbara Bush.

Seems like something an irrational person would say. I mean what nut job thinks Chicago deep dish is pizza is venerable. It’s about as pizza as olive garden is Italian food.