For those who don’t know, Jolie Kerr is a goddess. A very clean, hygienic goddess to be sure, but a goddess nonetheless.

I spent 20 years in/near Pensacola. Snake is a god in that part of the world.

I started watching football in 1967. I grew up in Northern California but was actually a fan of the Rams. More specifically, I was a fan of Roman Gabriel. Jack Snow, Les Josephson, and the greatest defensive front four in history: Deacon Jones, Merlin Olsen, Lamar Lundy, and Roger Brown were just icing on the cake.

You might be a bit too literal for the innerwebs.

Clearly mini-van dude (Jon) needs to spring for the upgraded model, complete with faux-nut holder since his wife will be toting his actual nuts while tooling around in her sports-rod/cock-trolling vehicle.

Sheesh...lighten up, Frances.

Now, how in the hell am I going to a’splain “How To Hire A Sex Worker” in my browser history?

He makes forty quajillion dollars a second and he couldn’t have worn a pressed suit?

WE’RE NUMBER ONE!

Good info but incomplete.

You know how we are.

“metric fuckton”

My best man had polycystic fibrosis (or something like that) and needed a kidney. His wife was a match so she gave him one.

John Rocker.

God forbid a black woman have an actual opinion of her own that differs from the masses.

GODDAMMIT, FLORIDA!!!

Where’s Bill Simmons when you really need him?

It’s the thumbs. Those thumbs haunt my dreams. Those thumbs.

The amount of time from hotel room entry to initiation of fap (fapmencement in Canada) is a mathematical formula.

“Anyway, he’ll be broke by the end of this. Lawyers always pick the carcass clean. They don’t leave meat on the bone. This is why I really hope I never murder anyone.”