In line at DD the other day and saw these bad larries were $2.49. Almost stroked out. Get over yourself, Dunkin.

I'm pretty squeamish, so I got to the third mass in your nutsack and tapped out. Hope everything is good. But fuck this.

"Went in where?" he responded serenely, about 10 minutes after his rant.

Looks like Laurel doesn't want to admit that Dion took her love and ran around, with every single girl in town.

I was at a 99 in Dartmouth, MA, crushing a chicken parm sandwich and fries. I don't know why this game was on the TV.

Defense sucked on that play. Blows right by Derrick Gordon. Didn't have him pegged as a bad defender.

Obscure!

What is the point of the flares and fires in the stands? This isn't the first time this has happened.

"Haha glad I left that - uhh. Uh oh. Not again. Honey!"

Damnit. +1.

If he doesn't make the NBA, it certainly won't be from a lack of skal.

There it is.

I'm guessing he hit her with a whole bunch of lefts.

Just had one last weekend. Not usually my thing, but it was tasty.

A direct descendant of Brigham Young himself.

But was Mike Carp the first choice to play Woogie?

It's not about whether he's chilling out or not, it's why anybody would care. A young man is dead. I could care less how Darren Wilson is doing right now.

My heart. It bleeds for him.

I thought she sounded familiar: