Wrong locale, J.J..

Families can certainly be complicated, but this one appears to have a age-old explanation:

Those people have silent, missionary position only sex.

Finest kind, Shane. Thanks for making this available.

Regrettably, it's true; standards have fallen in adult entertainment. It's video, Dude. Now that we're competing with the amateurs, we can't afford to invest that little extra in story, production value, feeling. People forget that the brain is the biggest erogenous zone.

I assume this is a teaser for Crime Stinks: The Smell of Penetration.

Look, I know you only had 30 seconds, but I really feel as though you didn't spend enough time establishing a believable narrative.

So 99% of the time I'd agree about not rooting for the Patriots, HOWEVAH, I don't think I'm ever really going to get over the NFC Championship game, and the thought of rooting for Seattle makes me want to vomit...

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,

Aufmerksamkeit anderen Erwachsenen!

Funny, because the media and detractors are trying to spin this as Marshawn Lynch being too conceited to talk to the reporters, but this interview makes it seem like the exact opposite. But seriously, man's got a point:

The NFL Player Interview lives somewhere between Oil Company Press Release and LinkedIn Endorsement From One's Own Mom on the spectrum of honest, interesting information.

Marshawn Lynch's tired sphinx act exposes the hard truth that the vast majority of so-called sports journalists are neither sports nor journalists.

The true grandstanding assholes are the reporters and fans who want to call him one for having the gall of not providing the same canned answers as everyone. For showing people's true colors, he deserves a humanitarian award. And Skittles.

Keep on doing you, Marshawn, the media in general is an ass and the sports media is what comes out.