Bartolo Colon once cracked a rib while working on a mound, but it was strictly to get at the marrow.

Team trainers also report that immediately after hearing the snap, the jukebox began playing and the Polasky twins became suddenly randy.

“I am Vilipolvius Frenz, from the Ruanada quadrant, leader of the Gracciponides. I have transformed my energy into a ball and approached your highest energy flow, emanating from what appears to be a a slow-moving but birdlike and willowy warrior. Now that I have made my way into your earthen vessel, may I speak to the…

soul coughing sure did a good job of whatever it was they were doing for as long as they did it

Even though I stopped paying attention to them after their self titled, the Deftones are still a band I listen to from time to time. This song, despite being 12 years old, is GREAT.

For real! He was a tucked in Oxford shirt khaki wearing Mandeville Louisiana boy and then appropriated this fake ZZ top mossy oak thing (which isn’t a thing) and sold it to idiots in the Midwest, Pennsyltucky, etc, who somehow have some boner for being “Southern”. A disgrace.

I can’t actually think of anything truer to the spirit of contemporary American conservativism than a guy who grew a beard in order to promote his hunting accessory business praying at a NASCAR rally for a Republican to win the election, using a phrasing and diction better suited for a slow six year old child.

That shirt was played ten years before the Bangladeshi child who sewed it was born.

There was no sign that said FUCK DREW or anything, although that would have been understandable.

It’s not like honey dip would wanna get with me / But just in case I own more condoms than T.L.C.

A large orange, left-to-right-moving object?

I’m also a white guy who went to college in the 90s, and Tribe was definitely the truth. In my mind nobody better encapsulates what hip hop was all about than Tribe. They always had the perfect combination of dope beats, tight rhymes, and meaningful, socially conscious lyrics. They paved the way for a whole host of…

Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue

Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business

“I like my beats hard like two day old shit, steady eating booty MC’s like cheese grits.”

Playing mad games as if your name was Scott Skiles

Sad. I hope he made peace with Q-Tip before he passed.

Midnight Marauders was my fucking shit son... I still bump this shit in the car ... i know the youngsters are like “what is this shit?”... and im like “bitch, this shit is still on another level your crap rap will never be on... ever.” Yeah, im 37.

Come on. This is Deadspin. Sports references!

Learned somethin’ new about Drew today, respect. RIP to a legend, 45 is 45 too soon.