Williams doesn’t want anything to do with the Skins anymore.

I am particularly glad that these lovely commenters are here today to hear that speech. Not only was it authentic Old World gibberish, it expressed the courage little seen in this day and age.

Your indigent population is ambitious! In Atalnta, I regularly get asked for .47 to .78 cents.

Isis

I’m offended by the implication that there are meaningful Jets games.

*Minor note of contention: it’s Trubinsky.

If I ever hit my head hard enough to black out, literally see stars, and not be able to see straight, I’d use that injury as my go-to excuse for the rest of my life. I’d never have to help another friend move.

Disclaimer: My brother sent me this. I did not make it myself 

Still more subtle than the end of The Departed.

Should’ve kept him away from Joe Namath.

Sir this is a baseball post.

That’s the other accepted way to earn a Kiko Alonzo jersey

I don’t hate the LGBTQ community...I just shill for an organization that hates the LGBTQ community. See the difference there?

I can’t believe the guy hocking a nutritional supplement pyramid scheme would support something that’s proven harmful by science. Weird. 

9 is mean. And true.

The first time I ever got drunk was with some guys on my junior high hockey team the night before a game. Being the sophisticates we were we got just destroyed on Gin + Orange Juice and shots of Ouzo. Why we thought this would be a good idea the night before a 7 AM game would be anyone’s guess but I figured I would be…

When I was 4, I peed my pants during a T-Ball game because I was sure my cup would hold it in. Wouldn’t have been such a big deal had it not been before the game had even started and I wasn’t standing next to the park bathrooms. The cup had holes in it too... Things haven’t gotten much better since then

8th Grade, 3-on-3 basketball tournament. Actually had a pretty good team, and made it to the semis.

Little League, 3rd grade. I fielded a ball in shallow center and attempted to throw home, and nailed the runner standing on 2nd base directly in the back of his batting helmet. Everyone acted like I was an asshole, but in hindsight...that was a pretty good throw!!

I had the unfortunate combination of being both a decent catcher and also being gassy. One day, I tried to throw out a runner stealing second, and ripped the loudest, nastiest fart right onto the umpire.