So that means you can kill them?

If enough birthdays pass it will sadly become moot.

I thought ALL journalism consisted of copy and pastes from press releases.

Luxury! We dreamed of living in a bar bathroom. We lived in a rolled up newspaper at the bottom of a septic tank.

That's a tried and true coaching philosophy. You never heard of Phillip Fulmer?

Yet so many people manage not to do savage and inhuman things, even when in a crowd.

Somebody has to tell them. A clitoris hunting-guide should be part of mandatory sex education for all boys.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, don't kill off Robert Evans! The Kid stays in the blog, dammit. If you are tired, let me guest-write some Robert Evans stuff, it will just get you aggravated at how bad I am and make you realize how much better you could do it and next thing you know you will be right back in the saddle. The glory…

“I wanna wake up where you are. . . . ." Arrrggghhhhhhhh! Goo Goo Mathews (and the modern version Jack Johnson) suck so hard!

Remember, Yvan Eht Nioj!

That's as funny as that time Donald Trump pretended to run for president.

And then there are the diaper changes.

I guess they were all just following orders.

Only Yogi could pay his $180 a month hotel bill on his $90 a month salary, I suppose.

How many Courics did that monstrous, awe-inspiring turd weigh?

Verily I chortled like a football god when I saw the comparison of haughty dipshit Greggggggg Easterbrook and haughty mustachioed dipshit Tom Friedman.

(crickets)

I heard from a chick who knew a guy who was Eli's roommate at Ole Miss who said that when Eli was starting at Ole Miss, he WAS still a virgin. OK, I know, I know, I know someone who heard from someone, but still.

Eating Payton’s shit, that’s a joyful thought.

That is absolutely the least beautiful "beauty" queen ever. She has a nasty funky make up job on, anyway, yuck.