Well, they moved those lockers under him, but someone refuses to turn off the electromagnet.

I believe you meant, “They were just Cullen the roster, and didn’t need any Moore players.” Get ‘em next time.

And I’m sure he confronted him in a manner something along the lines of, “Excuse me, Mr. Jenkins. There seems to have been some kind of misunderstanding.”

I got engaged.

Several, as a matter of fact.

I see what you did there, and I like it.

Army-Navy, bruh.

As a keeper in a rec league with shit refs working for crack money who don’t give a shit if I get kicked in the face... I approve of your approach.

I wish they kept filming. I wanted to see the guy slam her through a table.

To be fair, he went to an all-girls school.

I lost my sole once. I spent the rest of my life trying to decide whether I should bait another hook or fire my cobbler.

Wrong. That’s Jerry Seinfeld.

Wrong. That’s Harpo Marx.

Wrong. That’s Don Rickles.

Wrong. That’s Albert Brooks.

Wrong. That’s Louie CK.

Wrong. That’s Richard Pryor.

Wrong. That’s Lenny Bruce.

Wrong. That’s Groucho Marx.

Wrong. That’s Chico Marx.