If you feasted on Kermit, Ed Hardy and a keg of ipecac, the result would be that ballpark.

Other than the most perfect piece of sports advertising I’ve ever seen... what the fuck did I just watch?

My husband cannot throw the ball and fetch the ball.

Perfect. And it’s a Winston jersey.

Schottenheimer’s cat: the unknown state of a football cat where not knowing if it was smuggled in or found at Arrowhead forces us to think about it as simultaneously both smuggled in AND found at Arrowhead.

Not the first remote controlled device that couldn’t handle Madonna’s slolam.