This very egregious error...

I also remember him referring to it constantly during his Comedy Central stand-up special.

Don’t worry, he’ll still be over at Doug Stanhope’s house this weekend to watch football and smoke like a chimney.

This is pretty much what I expect from the same journalist who gave us...

Albert Pujols agrees and laughs every time he sees the Angels’ direct deposit into his bank account.

That’s because tequila is fucking gross.

You always start by addressing the biggest problem though. The red-headed stepchild, if you will.

Except Ron Perlman didn’t need hours of makeup and prosthetics for Hellboy. That was his natural state so it was very freeing for him. Ron Perlman goes through hours of makeup and prosthetics before he leaves his house so he can blend in with us normal humans.

You can’t forget what you’ve never even heard about before.

This guy also probably blames “a pack of rabid animals” for stealing his neck.

I can see it if the shark picture is old and not recent...

“You sit there, and you thump your Bible, and you say your prayers, and it didn’t get you anywhere. Talk about your Psalms, talk about John 3:16 - AUSTIN 3:16 SAYS I JUST WHIPPED YOUR ASS!” — Steve Austin

Allegedly, both Yordano Ventura and Andy Marte were under the influence in their separate car crashes. I think that’s more the root cause than whatever the conditions may be in the D.R.

Livingston clearly came up with the “Until they decide what to do about the stain on the game, I abstain.” line before he actually thought through this plan, right? It’s like coming up with the name of the movie before writing the actual movie.

Who Pooped The Bed? is the unquestioned leader for worst episode ever.

I’ve never met someone who was high who talks like that. It sounds more like someone who has their head shoved firmly up their own ass. The worst is when a bad writer thinks they are a good writer.

What else did you expect from Pope Peter Stormare?

Catholics should be used to consuming the same bullshit year after year. Why would Notre Dame Football be any different?

Bill Hicks’ ghost would like to have a word with you.

TWO MOTHERFUCKING BAGS OF DORITOS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE, BITCH.