“And, do you remember how hard it was to get the last bits of The Cream out of the tube?”

Being from Cincinnati I followed this story a little closer, it’s completely fucked. 19 year olds shouldn’t die of cancer. That kid did more good in her last 6 months then some lazy assholes do in their entire lives. Fuck cancer.

“Kneel, my son.”

We’re pretty sure the game in question was this Hornets home game on December 29, 1992.

They could be calling a grass growing tournament and I would watch the shit out of it.

Unexpected Thug Life classic:

Just the worst. The absolute worst. Like watching a punter try and tackle.

Maybe it's me, but it's hard to feel bad for a team that signed a recovering drug addict/alcoholic, with a long history of relapses, to a multi year, multi million dollar contract, who then seem shocked that he fell off the wagon yet again.

It is a sport known for turning left.

Idiots! That's California!

The sandals are the real crime

The day you get your meds filled.

[Dog]: *Puts on helmet*

Daniel Snyder: ya know, every seven of theirs is equal to one of ours?

Go SMU

I eagerly await the publication of his memoir, Fuck: My Life.

The most.

The Show Me Then I'll Take Credit for Inventing It State

Mein Kraft by 8dolf Bitler.

Our four year old plays Minecraft with his older sister. His favorite activities are using lava to start forest fires and shooting livestock in the face with a bow and arrow.