It wasn’t a great movie, but it had quite an unexpectedly pleasant ending. Our slimy porn addicted protagonist learns that the joy of sex comes from emotionally connecting with one’s partner, not from fucking the living shit out of him/her.

Remember when Harry started pronouncing the players’ names backwards? He once spent 3 innings trying to pronounce Andres Gallaraga backwards. Good times....good times

A clear case of hypocrisy.

A Fleshlight for Shaq, perhaps?

Elephants evidently don't remember math.

I’m just going to leave this here for you:

Have you no sense of decency, Sir? You're a monster.

I've been helping my daughter with her AP English course this year and swear I never had harder assignments while in college. The level of nit-picking is astounding.

If you were a Villa supporter, he would let you do it.

your joke was twice as entertaining as that entire movie.

If only one could bottle the energy spent by the fans at a football match. We could power whole cities!

Prostitutes earning dollars?

And just like that you have written the single most useful article I have read in the 2 years I've been browsing Gawker. Thanks a million.

If they can see it on Google Earth, color me impressed!

Brett Favre should smoke a turd in hell for all eternity!

He looks chompier than Luis Suarez after a frustrating match.

That's a little trick we call, "The Dinner Bell".

Also, at first glance it appears that Robert Kraft is holding a liquor bottle.

Will try that line on my wife tonight. Will update you on how it goes.