Angel Dust In The Outfield.

Speaking of the Olympics, Gawker has pretty much evolved into the Michael Phelps of race-baiting, anti- police articles. Except where Michael Phelps excels in the pool, Gawker plies it’s trade in an over-flowing, faeces encrusted toilet in a dank back room of Tijuana abortion clinic/Texaco bathroom.
Racism is bad you…

This is such bad kinja.

Bring back the Whale!!

+1 pearl necklace

Las Vegas is going to fail miserably. A transient based populace, revolving around shift work that services gamblers, drunks, and coked out degenerates with no attention span. Win win for sure Gary, you cock-sucking fuck job.

Still not as offensive as Germany’s ‘Shit On The Chests Of Our Girls!’

That boy was quickly traded to Texas for a case of Cherry Skoal and Julio Franco.

In 1995 the NBA dancers couldn’t dance because they were all knocked up with Shawn Kemp’s seed.

“Evolve Or Die”
- Not on South Carolina’s License plates.

A good way to get out of the greys is bring up Tom Ley’s propensity for being awful, at least 2x a month on here.

10 months is actually a reference to the amount of time until Brendan Shanahan kicks down the door to Mike Babcock’s house to find him hanging from the ceiling fan, his dangling body moving in a slow circle like a macabre carousel.
That’s my theory anyway.

it’s not though. That woman is a certifiable nutjob, and everyday brings us more and more treasure to digest.

Jesus fuck! Am I trapped in the Game Of Thrones realm of purgatory? Have I Astral-projected myself to a multi-verse where Game Of Thrones has replaced any and all conversation topics?
I’m almost begging for a Tom Ley bear piece.

Ferguson, and now this? Missouri is ruining America.

A story about baseball for the Golf Channel?
What’s next? Helpful deodorant articles for Deadspin?

The Rays were originally going to point the camera on their fans, but NASA already has a top of the line instrument that focuses on the empty, soulless expanse of unimaginable nothingness.

I wish I knew about this. I have a fanastic one, that I think would have cracked top 10. Is there an ‘honourable mentions’ list?

Listen, On my mother’s grave, I dont know nuthin about no heist, no guns and no mob. Go fuck yaself. I wanna a lawyer you fuckin boombatz. - A Grilled Guinea

James Coughlin ftw.