“If I can’t be the best, I sure as hell can be the worst!”

But it was all the other women who took it on the chin.

That poor man lost a personal friend between GameStop visits.

You mean fun shit, you monster.

My dread of the Bears segment is now existential.

Now, THIS is a type of message you save the comic sans font for!

When a man who spent the best years of his life being protected by the Pouncey brothers and “slinging” passes to Aaron Hernandez and Percy Harvin refuses to get roped into your dumpster fire, where exactly do you go from there?

You’re right, it’s a spelling mistake, he’s actually Trump’s camping manager.