Future republican congressman from Kentucky and proud boy shithead

Anyone who even attends Maryland games, or watches them on TV, or buys Maryland gear, or contributes to the booster programs or in any other way supports this program financially, is complicit in perpetuating the ongoing “oh well” mentality that is pervasive in college sports. And yet there will be 50,000+ screaming…

It seems like the James Gunn conundrum — is something you wrote years ago have any bearing on who you are today? It seems to me that if you’ve truly changed, and you no longer believe the things you wrote (or said, or thought), then the best thing is for everyone to move on.

C’mon, he wasn’t groping.  He was just checking to see if she had crab legs.

If I owned a horse I’d name it “anddownthestretchhecomes” just to fuck with the announcer.

Finished a length ahead of JustaGelding

Never trust anyone with two first names to have a funny TV show.  

I think you meant pasty, but the judges will accept pastry as well.

Well, I had a feeling he wasn’t in Kansas anymore

I can forgive her (if she apologized), but I don’t have to have sympathy for her.

As a long-suffering Texans season ticket holder, I would say he would have been at least as productive as the cans of sardines they kept throwing on the field each week. I was all for bringing him in, but I’ll give at least two reasons why he likely would not be on the roster, at least not this year:

Is that a rook in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?

Georgia Tech and Cumberland are barely impressed.

Mayfield: “Jayhawks? More like Jackoffs. Amirite? Hello? Anyone?”

Growing up in Texas, I’ve been following the Astros since 1967. For fifty years I’ve dealt with heartbreak and misery too many times to count. And when the Astros recorded that final out, I’m not ashamed to say I was quite the misty-eyed fan. It’s gonna be a long night of drinking.

With A Little Luck, We Can Sit Him Out
We Can Make This Whole Damn Thing Work Out
With A Little Love, We Can Shut Him Down
Can’t You Feel The Town Exploding?

With A Little Luck, We Can Sit Him Out
We Can Make This Whole Damn Thing Work Out
With A Little Love, We Can Shut Him Down
Can’t You Feel The Town Exploding?

The Browns continue to be the Wile E. Coyote of the NFL and all their players are purchased from the Acme Football Player Company, who then proceed to blow up in their face.

The scene that has always bothered me intensely is where Laurence Olivier goes to town on Dustin Hoffman with his dentist drill. Maybe it’s a phobia with dentists but that scene makes my sphincter tighten every time.

If only they could have made OJ disappear as easily.