Oliver Platt and Nathan Lane had a baby with Down’s Syndrome

I’ve always found it ruefully ironic that, for all his Midwestern awe shucks liberalism and his long association with public radio, PHC has reliably been the most jealously guarded property on NPR. For the longest, you could only hear it on the radio broadcast, and even the ‘podcast’ they put out now is only a…

Now Sven, he’s half convinced that loopid is actually a word.

KC Chiefs - Hold my beer!

Hey you! I know you, I know you.

Hallelujah, and holy shit. . . Where’s the Tylenol?

Hi I’m . . .. [exhales]

Now that’s a lot of fucking

Did I miss where I said he owed anyone anything?

led stand to no longer edit and re-edit and re-edit posts that get fucked by Kinja. I have taken the princip

On replay, even as a Chiefs fan, it was BS. But the ref was right on top of the play and did not hesitate. My read is he interpreted the CB dragging his forearm across the bridge of the helmet as a purposeful attempted at forearm shiver to the head.

The worst part of enduring losing streaks under Andy Reid is the philosophical reluctance to ‘air dirty laundry.’

]too st comment system, st video player on the internet. Still the shittie

Put a Bronco in these panties, because the Juice is LOOSE!!

Even the treasured Will Ferrell, John C. Reilly version?

Though I never heard of the term until this Jollibee article, as a native of KC with its BBQ meccas, I have always known the joy of Langhap-sarap. It’s that contented exchange of glances filled with anticipation as you exit the car and smell the smokehouse in the parking lot.

Interesting how some touches seem like inattention to detail, and are therefore annoying, and others seem purposeful and are therefore endearing.

Cry me an effing river.

Unless Revis has somewhere hidden in him the capacity to make people say ‘Berry who?’ Chiefs D ain’t hoisting no trophies.