“I don’t want to be in a union. Fuck that. Taking money out of my paycheck each week....” - My cousin, who works at Taco Bell, makes about $200/week with no benefits whatsoever, still lives with his mother at age 32.

Kap’s not talking about black on black violence. He’s talking about police conduct, and blind worship of the flag in times when the country is unjust.

I saw that cassette tape sitting on the shelf at Tower when I was 16. I imagine it was the way my dad felt when he first saw the Sgt. Peppers album.

Charlie Sheen stopped having those when nothing was getting done around the compound.

Well, if you’re going to somehow end up at work on your day off, it would be better to be stoned. Or a little drunk.

Drug testing day? Where the hell do you work? You guys need to start a union.

In the NFL you can throw a woman across a room, but you can’t sit on the bench while a song is playing.

There is never a wrong day to show up baked at work.

Here you go.

I’ve never much considered myself a football purist, but this article makes me realize I am one. This is the dumbest thing I ever heard of, and caters to the short attention span at its worst. I’m not saying sports themed video games should be responsible for raising the global IQ, but what’s next, players just…

I was thinking Saved By The Bell meets Lord of the Flies.

Colin promises to now sit through hipster anthems, as well.

Nice animated photo of Lou Holtz.

Rex Ryan. Now there’s the intellectual voice of reason. Rex has something to say about players sitting during national anthems...as soon as he finishes his hot dog.

What does Stan mean? Asking for a friend.

I did. You’re way off. As expected.

Well, there goes his chances of playing in a D-1 program. Oh, wait, he just signed a letter of intent to Florida.

I detect a sprinkle of sarcasm. Add a dash of salt and you have my recipe for just about any meal.

They’re pretty good.

I’ll bet anything your numbers are way off.