This is Rio, show some respect and let Pitbull get you another Bud Lime.

From swimming in meets to swimming in meat.

He didn’t drop a tombstone on Le Clos. He dropped a graveyard on him.

RUN, DILDO! RUN!

Do not inkerr the wrath of Steve.

I don’t imagine you have to look much further than the owner’s box to find what’s in the intersection.

Kerrati!!

KerrPow!!

I look forward to seeing the longform oral history of Jim Harbaugh’s hot tweet when I wake up tomorrow.

I blipped this earlier, but liked the tiff enough to do a full blog, so.

possibly because he looks like the synth player in a second-tier ’90s industrial-rock band. (Stabbing Westward, Gravity Kills, or God Lives Underwater, take your pick.)

Looks like Cleveland...

You do whatever you have to do to stay out of Cleveland.