What, you mean, like...tomorrow?

I’ve told this story before, so apologies in advance, but when my wife was pregnant with our first child we went to the bookstore to get a baby name book. I picked out one with 5,000 names, and she picked out one that was considerably more expensive but had 10,000 names. I said “if we can’t find our baby’s name in the…

Man they were good. Tight, powerful. When I had a shitty-ass goatee in the mid ‘80s, it was because Pat DiNizio had a cool one. RIP Pat.

Hey, that looks like a real gun!

That’s “NFR designated kid shooter” to you, buddy.

NOW I HAVE AN NFR DESIGNATION

yeah, but every theater has to show Justice League.

“See, I was right all along!”

In no particular order:

The Raid turns me into the bastard son of ZMF and Avenged Sevenfold fan.

You’re generally allowed to violate attorney-client privilege in order to defend a fee dispute, so yeah, maybe.

Colt 45.? Fuck that shit! ST. IDES!

Knew it was coming, but...shit. “Fifty-Mission Cap,” one last time.

He managed to both overthrow and underthrow a receiver on the same play. That takes some skill.

Holy shit, there’s a Mary Kay Letourneau University?

This was Wesley Willis’ favorite flight.

Don’t you have a cloud to yell at, old man?

Damn you O’Neal for making me re-evaluate “Long Hard Times To Come” in an objective and critical manner. Damn you straight to Hell.

Hide your bears!

Y’know what, I’ll be just fine rooting for the women’s national team, thanks.