Tits on a 10 year old boy? No ‘tanks.

Would not fuck.

Gramps! Off to bed, Trump, errr Al.

Yes. ‘nuf sed.

“You swerved and hit him.

Who would possibly take this lawless old fucker’s case to trial? His attorney will accept a plea deal or quit. Grandpa’s going to fucking prison.

I’ve just learned that drivers can anoit themselves Judge Dredd status. I’ve just learned that the punishment for a traffic violation is death.

A motorcyclist crossed a yellow line? He should get a ticket, not nearly killed by a car, the driver of which also just crossed the yellow line.

Terrence Crawford is the best boxer alive, my opinion. Watch his fights. He’s without peer. I know, he’s a wee one. Dare you to watch.

I’ll be surprised if this goes past four rounds. Lemieux simply comes forward, throwing roundhouse punches. Maybe he lands a couple. Just don’t think it’ll matter. He’s going to wear some heavy stuff from GGG— including that looping, almost overhand left hook aimed at the top of Lemieux’s head. My guess is GGG has him…

Quit ESPN after the Mortensen BS-a-thon on deflategate. The Brian Williams of cable sports. AMF!

The fuck, we don’t need you to copy and paste his regular season stats. He left a million ducks on the pond in big late-season games in Boston. Fans applauded when he left, and the Sox promptly won the 2013 World Series. He appeared to give zero fucks at the plate Thursday night. You wanted him, he’s all yours.

Which Dodgers hitter would you select to bat in a clutch spot? There’s no correct answer. Watching Adrian Gonzalez whiff twice with RISP took me back to his days in Boston. Absolutely gutless at-bats.

Did anybody realy buy this? ‘cause I said the word “bullshit” first time I saw it.

Well, I’ll be raped!

Reeks worse than boxing gear? ‘ cause goddam.

Dad was right. Can’t make you bright.

Rapey team.

Saturday night, Santa Monica: Waiter drops salad with blue cheese dressing in front of my son.

Let’s slow it down to an arthritic snail’s pace.