Everyone agrees that Zombie Martin’s books were way better than the last couple of novels.

Amateurism as a virtue has always been a scam. Always.

Have we forgotten the Replacement Refs already?

[Citation Needed]

Serena has a gear that only the great ones have. Since Wimbledon when she’s needed to turn it on she manages to find a new level to her game. It’s amazing to watch.

She played lousy in one set and looked damn good in the other two. I believe that’s enough to win a match in every other round.

Show me a division in Europe and one in Asia and I’ll show you a reason for divisional matchups based on travel time. Until they invent the Star Trek transporter, a balanced-schedule scenario that sends the Knicks to face the Sydney Spiders, Beijing Dragons, and Moscow Bears for three games in five days is just a bad…

The team is now claiming it was an indirect attempt to honor the Native American tradition of bartering.

Poor soldier, having to attend a Rams game. Hasn’t he sacrificed enough?

This. Speaking as someone who was repeatedly abused/coerced and eventually raped by her 22 year old boyfriend at age 16, my parents could have told me that he was Charles Manson’s protege and I wouldn’t have believed them. 1) because my boyfriend told me no one else in the world would ever be willing to fuck a weirdo…

Up until the last century, “Night Soil Collector” was a real job. Someone did that for a living. Every day, getting up, walking the slums and going up to poor people in their hovels and ask if it wouldn’t be too much trouble if they’d let you put their shit in a bucket and haul it away. And then you’d try and sell it…

counterpoint: another equally accurate description is “baseball with four times as much opportunties for drinking beer”

I wasn’t aware Martin was writing any books.

They should give him a statue of a little man giving away a statue...

He deserves an award for best awarding.

Little Ceasar’s is a deadly weapon. I wouldn’t feed it to someone else (pretty sure that is against the Geneva Conventions), but I have threatened to eat one of their bacon-wrapped abominations before going over to a friend’s place. I essentially held their bathroom hostage, and they had no choice but to meet my…

I just kind of wish that instead of it being signed, it was a paw print.

I would charge him $30 for being such a dipshit.

This is simply like the NFL Red Zone for the 2nd tier division of British football.