I expect the Browns to use this as bulletin board material. Right next to their “Hang in there” kitten poster.

OK.. this is NOT Comcast.. it’s a subcontractor with the comcast logo on the side - jeez.

Jeebus, since the New Yorker’s pay-by-the-word scale incorporated Scrabble word values, things have gone off the rails...

To pen an authentic and intellectual cinema review – the kind worthy of publication in America’s snootiest airport magazine – one must remember to include countless, such as it were, asides and clauses, seemingly without a purpose other than rendering one’s prose an inarticulate gruel of half thoughts, all while…

You, sir or ma’am, are playing The Game correctly.

A man or woman with a certain Pedigree, will appreciate this joke.

This will not get the credit it deserves.

How coincidental, Triple H will be our bond rating after the Trump Presidency.

“Introducing our 500 Foot measuring tape, made of the finest malleable silver, in a handsome chestnut case. Great for exact placement of our ultra rare southern Mongolian bamboo yard set, or in my case, proximity to elementary schools.”

Approves.

I don’t support such behavior, and refuse to ride with such people. Drive recklessly or in a way that is a poor representation of the motorcycling community? You can’t join me. Don’t wear ATGATT? You can’t join me. I host multiple rides, but cannot be held responsible for every nitwit on two wheels.

Cougar:

I have two kids and even I didn’t read that part.

Such a ridiculous double standard when it comes to catching your spouse masturbating. The few times I’ve caught my wife or found out about it later I’m like “Hey now, that’s hot...want some company?” But whenever she catches me it’s all “Gross! What’s wrong with you? At least wait until the funeral is over!”

Wonder if that was the real origin of the “duck, duck, GOOSE!” game.

Not sure about eastern Canada, but here on the west coast we dont even have high school football. It’s basketball, hockey, curling, co-ed snow shovelling, ice dancing, and competitive apologizing.

Division of Hipster Affairs. You’ve probably never heard of them.

One could argue that we did indeed elect a barely-sentient stool.

I saw them open for Iron Butterfly at the Fillmore.

It’s that same voice that says, “No, you can totally make the jump from the roof to the pool. No problem, you got this!”