Yea, but is Flacco elite?

Buffalo Wild Wings’ hot sauce can’t melt steel beams

Give him a break. His job is to set off fireworks when the Indians hit a home run. He probably didn’t even know what that button did.

He got off lucky. No one was there to see it.

The lack of transition from paragraph 1 to 2 made this post super-creepy.

shooting eachother with the “WAT” FACES!

Her: “Whats wrong”
You: “Nothing’s wrong Whats wrong with you”
(silence then a glance)
WHAT
WHAT
WAT!

You eat the lunch your wife packed at like 10 a.m. then still go get your burrito. Or eat the burrito and throw the lunch away and never mention it. But you don’t, under any circumstances, risk fucking that situation up, you moron.

It’s a shame that after all those cool jobs, he’s hit rock bottom and become the 49ers coach.

No, this is a dipshit who thinks he’s part of the show. Just like umpires who think they are part of why fans go to see baseball games.

What did he do? Killed them all, of course.

Ernie Adams stopped taping the Dolphins signals after his decoder told him to “drink more Ovaltine.”

Of all teams, Penn State should know that shit only stays buried for so long.

What did he do? He rocked this motherfuckin’ look.

“I still don’t see how the playcall was so terrible”

If the NFL had the Hunger Games with fans

They call them scalpers to honor them.

I love how I-70 (which is what you take to get away from Indianapolis and it’s insane drivers and head towards a better city like Dayton or Columbus) is covered in these billboards, possible the most Indiana thing ever.

Better than every real Colts player. Except Terry. Fuck Terry.

“TOM! TOM! TOM! DOES ME HOLDING THIS MICROPHONE LIKE THIS MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A DONG?! IT LOOKS LIKE A DONG, DOESN’T IT? HASHTAG DONGERPHONE.”

Whoa I didn’t think these comments would house an abortion take