I want you to prove that I’m a racist. I’ve spent my life helping black people and you little son of a bitch, socialist cocksucker.

I almost went to college in Maine.

Oh yeah, one final note. A friend of mine who lives in Wheeling, W.Va., and loves the Steelers likes to claim Wheeling is a “suburb of Pittsburgh.” It’s not. Fuck yourself, inbred.

I see at least 4 characters from the newest Pokedex.

No, they aren’t.

No, it isn’t.

Especially if your password is something easy to guess, like harambelives.

Hear me out: A munchkin-sized playhouse should be an American right for every parent with enough space in the backyard to host one. Why the over-indulgence? Because it gets your kid to go the hell away for a while.

This will never die.

“He’s my sidekick,” Wall said to Miller, about Bradley Beal, a person he does not like who is his teammate, but who totally will appreciate being called a sidekick. “I’m A. He’s A-1.”

I just read all of that illuminating Funbag, and the only thing my mind can focus on is that you want a robotic dog to lick your shitty ass.

Egan came clean shortly after and confirmed that he was in fact Dwayne, who he invented two years ago. He further said that he expected people to “play the race card” after they discovered his role in the invention of the racist caricature:

It isn’t enough time.

Jeah.

Fuck him. Fuck his movie.

May she rest in power.

Snitches get stitches.

As my mom would say, “It’ll be back when it is back.”

So, the guy who was walking away from the fight at the beginning of the video. Isn’t he breaking some sort of unspoken baseball rule by not defending his teammates or manager or something?