Sons of bitches.

Really? That always conjures a working class white dude in my mind.

Ungrateful millionaires. 

I have never heard this word used in conversation where it wasn’t dripping with venom, or whispered to talk about the group in question.

Uppity.

Good lord, man. Fast and savage (just like Drew’s mom). Kudos.

There is a certain sad poetry in the idea that the motorcycle brand that embodies all of America’s worst tendencies is poised to be stabbed in the back by the president that also embodies all of America’s worst tendencies.

Sneak peek at Cleveland’s presentation.

Necco Wafers are nobody’s favorite candy!

No, if they were sending their best we'd probably make the WC. 

Wait... so, when Mexico sends it people... they are bringing their best now? I’m so confused.

By the end of every episode of this show I’m giving serious consideration to moving to the upper peninsula of Michigan.  Primarily because of the great location shooting, but also because the show makes me want to believe that life moves at such a leisurely pace up there.

Yoopers were excited though somewhat confused by this episode. I love that Pera is eating a pasty in his car.

You know, Based upon the evidence, I’m starting to think this guy might just be an asshole.

If you want weird shapes you should lookup the gerrymandered congressional district version.

I’ve always found it strange that the most uniquely-shaped state has such blandly-shaped counties.

Oh Jesus, Ed. Spare me.

I’m mostly offended that Ed thinks he is an RFA. You got fired....you’re clearly an Unrestricted Free Agent. Maybe if you understood simple free agency terms you would still have a job.

I think people enjoy making straw man arguments and being wrong publicly? When in doubt, double down. And do it LOUDER!