So they went on this Jeremiad against Ezekiel in order to throw The Book at him?

The greatest trick Hanna and Barbera ever pulled was convincing the world their programs were created for kids and not people tripping on acid.

Boy, if you can’t trust an unethical physician willing to dispense an almost unlimited amount of highly addictive narcotics to a group of men whose livelihood depends on them, who CAN you trust?

He should have Czekaj’d himself before he Wzekaj’d himself.

The man claims he has been running track since high school, and that he was never cut.

Oh, a wise guy, eh?

what? Certainly this guy could never be a Dr. feelgood...

I have said this before and it never stops being true: Donnie sounds like someone trying to have a serious conversation on a ball of cocaine. I really can’t listen to him talk, and when I read the shit he said, he sounds like a puppy that has too many shiny objects and noise makers around it.

Oh man, I got such a kick out of House memes and gifs, back in that show’s heyday. It was such a gloriously stupid show.

[Puts on flack jacket and shounder pads. Straps on helmet. Puts safety goggles on. Inserts mouth guard. Checks cup. Ties steel toed boots. Looks around. Deep breath.]

I can’t help but think that picking Jerry Jones was especially galling because it shows that it isn’t TO’s mouth that kept him out.

Thank God he didn’t dance after scoring a touch down.

Seriously. Knock his ass down a couple times and see how he does.

Trump Trash will love this bill. That’s why they want bills cutting off benefits for pro athletes in their home states of Wyoming and South Carolina.

Frederick Douglass was god damn BELOVED when he died in 1895. When he died he was living in Washington DC. Members of the Government of Haiti, members of Congress, Susan B Anthony etc all attended his service in DC. Then he was sent by train home to Rochester NY. This is what his funeral procession looked like. …

My family always ate Ryse Chrispies on Chrispus morning. The night before, we’d leave out a couple of bowls for Santas. Both the white and the black one. (A shame if they had to share a bowl. Or fight over it.)

Yeah it’s too late for me.

... I wasn’t aware that there were other programs.

Was this a graduate program in borderline impolite stories of uneventful tedium?