Man, judging from the size of that cabesa, The Clear and The Cream must be a unit of currency on the inside.

Forget Otto Porter. I am new Otto Porter (scissor-kicks Ben Simmons in the season opener).

Thankfully Child Services is looking into this situation, and are less than impressed with his signage

I like the 30something dude in the office with tons of shin/heel microfractures because he can’t stop running marathons like a fucking lunatic.

I kept wondering if “Normal Person’s Guide to Preparing for a Marathon” was one of those logic puzzles Kirk uses to mess up a machine intelligence.

Combine it with that darts thing mentioned in a previous explainer and I think we have a winner.

Thank God I’m 1500 miles from these squawking cretins, but that being said, I’d love to hear a composite of their voices yell the following sentence: BILL RUSSELL WAS AN INGRATE

I sense some sort of thematic convergence between this series of posts and the NBA Summer League posts.

They’re going to have to go with Boobs for trademark and for truth-in-advertising-considering-who-would-purchase-that reasons

Can this please replace the tired-ass bald eagle as our national symbol

What if they afforded to build a shitload of affordable housing STAT and then unionize other online writers and assorted recipients of Internet Recognition Fun Bucks

Unfortunately this put him on the radar of the Bugatti Casino in Florence, Italy, and a cease and desist letter is on the way.

Apparently this brazen idol-worship has angered Jobu, because Beltran struck out in his 1st AB on a fastball in the dirt.

They did do a takedown of a major artist about five years ago but nobody got to that part what with the 19 indecipherable nonsense-paragraphs that led the expose

This is a far cry from when Tabitha Soren and Kurt Loder brought down the Nixon Administration.

Solution: chuck the water-cooler into the street to be run over by a truck, fire Mike and Mike-discussing employees as unsuitable.

Garlic wings? POT ROAST?!

That’s nothing, he lost several relatives to that punk-ass Sun (Myung Moon’s unification cult)

Since when is ‘I’m an old crazy cracker billionaire with giant statues of an idealized Herculean me in front of the stadium don’t back-sass me boy’ not a good reason?

(purple dust everywhere) HERMAPHRODITE!