Then again, it may not be.

Added Coach Key, “I guess you could say that he died of senior-itis.”

“Still alive?”

Good point. Exactly why I taught my nine-year-old daughter to throw a right cross instead of heading the ball. The other girl gets the concussion.

What was he thinking? Game days are best with some spicy Mexican.

Let’s take it upstairs, ladies.

Nice to see a Zika baby succeed.

Not surprising. Boston fans are known for getting bombed at parades.

True, but cougars are voracious and are known for swallowing meat without choking.

I once had a cougar bite my dick but she apologized afterwards. Nevertheless, I backed slowly away.

Helluva last meal.

Which bone?

Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the new US Ambassador to Saudi Arabia.

Even so. It’s still awful.

Gotta tag backward hat guy with a blown save. 

PTI is already dead. It’s just still on the air.

How does this compare to the AssBlastr 5000?

How does this compare to the AssBlastr 5000?

Prediction: Sometime soon and at an inappropriate time, I’m going to find myself shouting, “I have a daughter!”

You’re a security guard stuck in the rain at an 8 hour Dolphins game, you’re “pants-won’t-stay-up” fat, your crappy poncho makes you the wrong kind of wet, and now you have to chase down a happy, healthy, wealthy 10-year-old whose life is already more interesting than yours will ever be. What’s that suicide hotline…