Yo, just fucking leave the house, go to target, see a friend, ya'll don't have kids (as it seems), just do your own thing and stop CRYING because Mr. PJs still on during the day wants to watch some 'ducks football. Go upstairs and watch porn, cook an ellio's pizza and read the paper, like do something else dawg

chub-ee thighs ALRIGHT!

BYE BYE FATSO!

On draft day, when the phone call comes, his family going apeshit, and him getting a big kiss from his man on live, international TV will be an iconic moment. I'm still processing how amazing this is.

One time I saw my high school science teacher at the Ground Round bar in the mall. He was wearing a "Tonya Hard-On" homemade t-shirt and drinking by himself. Perfect memory.

Insanely wonderful, even with Deep Purple session dudes backing her. Love KB forever and ever.

Lazy article! Cabela's? Really? There are a ton (a TON) of creepy/awesome truckstops/rest stops in the USA, and you give us Cabela's and goddamn SHEETZ. Tsk, tsk.

Where the fuck is Malibu rum?!

You don't have to read his mind, to know what he has in mind.

Meanwhile on the NFL on CBS facebook page...

Clean shaven RG3

Anatomy of a Jeff Triplette call:

I would have told both of you to shut the fuck up. It's 7am.

It's Jessica HOPPER. HOPPER.

Not a single mention of silent partner Guy Fieri? He's standing RIGHT THERE...

Quite simply, you come off like a helicopter girlfriend.

how romantic

Are you present in said therapy sessions?

cool story bro

I'll flip it around and say THE BEST winter driver I ever had was this bad bear. I give you: The 1990 Chevrolet LUMINA FOUR CYLINDER!!!