Bill Raftery guessed MANTOMAN!

Tomorrow night the back of the poor fellow’s uniform will just say “Lee.”

I don’t feel the need to explain my art to you Warren.

Pfft. He didn’t call bank.

Chase goes hard to the hole just like his old man, MILF.

“Uhhh yeah, I know”

“I’m an adult wearing a football jersey! You’re wearing a t-shirt from a team that my team doesn’t like!”

He was really asking to get belted.

You misspelled “Browns.”

Well at least now he has a handicap

“... and when I hung up the phone it occurred to me, my boy was just like me yeah, my boy was just like me...

Khakis

Wine comes in a bottle?

Yeah, but at least he won’t get CTE. Pretty smart for not having a brain.

C’mon man, that’s not fair. Sox fans can’t write.

the Indians never quite threatened, but they constantly threatened to threaten

“No cheating!”

“Why did Netflix remove The Money Pit from its library and does it have a legal (moral?) obligation to give us—on-demand, and at a reasonable flat rate—the unsurpassed on-screen chemistry of Shelley Long and Tom Hanks?”

When you bumped into him, did he throw his arms up and flop?

“Please don’t buy any of those products.”