Oh sure, you say that, but where the hell do you get your bloomin’ onions, huh?

Legally, under U.S. law and international charter, oversight of the team, including its involvement in Olympic competition, would revert to ‘80s pop-metal favorites Night Ranger.

When you’re a Jet,
You’re a Jet ‘til you die
From your first Keurig cup
To your last pizza pie.

When you’re a Jet,
You can eat on the can,
“You good?” to the wife,
You’re a family man.

You’re never alone,
You’re never intercepted.
You’re home on your phone—
When sleep is expected,
You’re well connected!

Then on the set
Of the…

HEY EVERYONE (only because Norm brought it up) A. NONIE MEUS WENT TO HARVARD.

Laughter is what Bozo the Clown meant to elicit.

So he is quite literally a second-rate Bill Buckley.

I thought it was the Celtics that had the coking hazard posters.

Make full all you want, but all the way back to Robert Johnson, musicians have known that you gotta to pay your dues eating barbecue at a Manhattan trivia contest to truly sing the blues.

I appreciate how this bold young man is calling Ross out on the mission of the charity. It’s like:

“There was no exchange – nothing! He targeted Wally and took him down”

Looks like Kobe fans were surprise-fucked in the ass!

The glasses and performance wear are clearly because he’s headed straight to the triathlon after the game.

From one angle, it’s a shining example of Silicon Valley success. From another angle, the numerical one, it scans as a much fishier operation.

Sorry, friend, but she’s not gonna get with you.

Lambrecht will be replaced in the remaining stages by a human-mechanical-hybrid cybjorg.

$23 million? He's year-to-year, alright. Grinning year-to-year. 

Wish I’d thought of that.

Not if you keep bringing that name up!

At least this is his sole problem.