when are you going to hire some good people?

It was a great call by Mo Lahyani, cause you gotta love yourself, even if you are stupid.

How about they invoke the Infield Guy rule, friend?

Um, if it had nothing to do with the city, then why is the T-Rex short for Torontosauras Rex, idiot.

Hence the important modifier “exciting”!

I never thought I’d say this, but let’s get some more snooker stories up in here.

What a pussy over some pussy! Hockey players would get right back into the swing of things with a five hole goal.

Harvey kept insisting that he was ready to hurl.

“We clapped for Adam Jones AND Isiah Thomas last night! CHECKMATE, LIBTARDS.”

Seemingly every year, the NBA Playoffs prove that the regular season is too long by half.

(Howard badmouths fourth team in interviews) (newspaper headline: “Superman IV: The Quest for Release”)

Of course he won! The butler keeps putting the ball back on the table in the same exact fuckin’ spot!

“Oh you mean the guy that helps the wide receiver get the ball, the guy who nefariously doesn’t let the guy throw the ball to the wide receiver, and the dastardly guy that takes the ball from the innocent wide receiver?” - Matt Millen

Sees this image on the website’s homepage and immediately stops downloading app

You can’t really dress up as an Indian or cowboy anymore, and recently a lot of the public has turned on the police. There just aren’t a lot of good options left.

My dog looks just like Ollie! We did an agility class and then did a course at a JRT trial. He was zooming right along and then flew past a jump. I got him to come back, but he almost went over it backwards, a DQ. So I threw my arms up, he stopped, and proceeded to take a shit. Also a DQ.

Man, imagine these guys announcing Cavs-Rockets. “Harden for three—no good. Ah, he couldn’ care less, he’s having a ball, loves life and exercise.” “Out of bounds, they’re reviewing to see who touched it last. Doesn’t really matter, does it.”

Kristin, this is great article! I just returned from a trip to Europe and I’d love to know the precentage of farts in a 777 cabin.

In defense of the White Sox organization, it’s completely plausible that they had no fucking idea what was going on.