Wow.

Came here for this.

Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of 6 and 10. That is your ceiling, you forgotten, burning river town in Hell. When the beating from the Jets sets up a beating by the Rams, there’s no light at the end of the tunnel when the Ravens come.

/Ohio math!

We had our third non-losing season in 20 years, added a couple offensive pieces, and now our idiot fans thinks the Browns are going to the fucking Super Bowl.

it’s kinda surreal being a browns fan right now. like on paper this team doesn’t suck, and the steelers spent their offseason imploding, and the bengals are trash, and the ravens are trying to run a navy offense, like logically, the browns should win the division, and yet, just typing that fills me with such…

Managing expectations for this team is like having a two year old. I know you’re going to shit your pants today but if you can manage to keep most of it in your diaper and off the walls we can call that a success. 

That Salisbury steak comment hit too close to home. Hey, that family-size microwaveable tray was on sale at Marc’s!

The commercial in the comments is AMAZING

It is SO WEIRD to see the Browns WYTS this late in August.

A decade seems optimistic. I’m thinking generations.

I’m thrilled that they’re in a spiral, but the damage they’ve caused and the infrastructure they’ve set up won’t be harmed for a decade or more. The fear of even a potentially impotent NRA is so great, that most politicians are still afraid to propose any meaningful gun reform laws, lest they get a bad grade from the…

Its still an insult, just not a slur. The real insult is being compared to The Godfather Part III.

As an Italian American, Fredo is not a slur. There are actual slurs for Italians, and they come nowhere near close to the n-word or any other slur. 

because then someone else knows he’s picking up hookers

Why does ARod have a rental car and why is he parking two blocks from the stadium?  Isn’t part of being rich that you don’t have to jack around with Avis and parking lots?

We already do that: It’s called The Clapback Mailbag.

Charmin’.