Ahhhh, a love triangle.

He probably got caught slamming another posse.

They’re the evolutionary Supremes.

To his credit, Allen also called Santa Ana after their meeting to apologize again.

I look forward to seeing him return in the second half of Duke’s next game.

I too miss the good ole days. Back before they wussified the sport by replacing the live capybaras with these diminutive “tennis balls” and the roving bands bands of murderous pygmies with “ball boys.” At least croquet has remained pure.

“Nooo... Let me die.”

Chicago can be a wonderful city, and still have a shitass team at the game of buckets.

Rom! This was a good DUAN. People are nice here. It is good. Stick around.

What the hell was Jay Cutler doing in Turkey???

I must say, of all the comments I thought I might come across in the response to this piece, this wasn’t one of them.

Your life must’ve been very frustrating before you discovered your particular fetish.

It’s amazing how learned Harbaugh can appear to be after finding and wearing a pair of glasses he found in the terlet.

Are we sure that’s the Ballad of Sir Andrew Barton and not 3 Doors Down lyrics? Just saying. I could look it up myself but I have to go ride bikes.

We did, and now Linda in the mail room insists we call her The Skull Queen. And she won’t give the families all those skulls back.

“These two members of the Trump Administration were hit with the Stone Cold Stunner” will be a Jeopardy question in twenty years.