Ouch, that’s gonna be a 3 tenths deduction.
Ouch, that’s gonna be a 3 tenths deduction.
I once accidentally (and audibly) farted at the graveside service after a funeral. Way worse than any place you listed.
Then I have no choice but to go to the next level on the power move scale and pull you in for a one-armed hug while lowering the volume and pitch of my voice to continue the conversation in your ear.
What if I grip firmly, but also do that douchebag thing where I turn your hand over and cover it with my left hand?
I build it myself, out of hardwood that I sawed and sanded with the sides of my hands.
Mark Davis is like a Zach Galifianakis character brought to life by a child’s misguided wish.
Everything you need to know about where this franchise is headed can be gleaned from the opening paragraph (THIS WAS THE FUCKING OPENING) of a profile of their owner.
Just wish Michael had turned on his brother mid-interview, made mention of his conspicuous lack of rings, and say that’s why Mom named you Martellus and not Marshowus
“Worst quarterback in the NFL,” [Michael] says.