In cursive, no doubt!

Same.

Fan since ‘68 (probably before but I was six then and that’s where my memories begin) annnnnd....I HATE THIS TEAM. Thank you Daniel Snyder, for destroying a half-century of fandom.

You make it sound as if this thing won’t work.

“...but she definitely earned her free [FUCKING] car.”

Wasn’t this the dude who called hookers from his work phone?

A little late but this particular cringe-worthy text only just happened yesterday. It’s a workplace related thing.

Would that Bret Kavanaugh had died there.

I like to call these “blimp crash games,” contests in which both teams (and more so their fans) are so hateable that the best result would be for the blimp to crash into the stadium and put an end to the whole affair.

Here’s one from Lyft (and this guy helped the drunk woman into her house and then attacker her there):

This incident was the scariest news I heard all week. Coming the day after the Blue Wave election, it was like a vengeful god looked down and said, “Don’t act so smug Democrats, or I’ll really fuck things up for the next forty years.”

Years ago I was waiting in line for a take-out pick-up order at an earthy restaurant in Santa Barbara called The Sojourner. I found myself standing in line behind Kenny Loggins, a not entirely shocking thing because he’s an institution in SB. I didn’t say anything, because in that star-crossed you just don’t, although…

Given that Ocean City is dry, I’d suggest slotting Sea Isle City at number 2. The OD, Shenanigans, La Costa, Springfield, the Carousel.... That place is party central in the summertime.

That’s my buddy’s car in the cover photo. He calls it “The Super H8.”

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Right? Just to corroborate this one’s authenticity I think he should release all 35+ of the other ones.

This is like something out of Mad Magazine. I don’t believe any of it for a second and can’t wait for the Ineternet sleuths to confirm or disprove the factual entries (e.g. dates and scores of Bullets games).

Halfway through he switched his major to Culinary Arts.

And all this before noon! Need anymore proof that day-drinking and tweeting don’t mix?

Dude took dick pics at the White House. That is all. Well, not all, but WTF?