I am going to preface this by saying I root for the raging dumpster fire in Washington, which, honestly, I think has more to do with emotional inertia than it does anything else. I just want to see this team win (they won’t)—because maybe, just maybe, that means my years of fandom haven’t been for naught (it has).

There is one major downside to the affair: According to the exit agreement, my discounted employee newspaper subscription will be rolled over to the regular customer rate at the end of the month. Damn.

There’s NO FUCKING WAY he is only 27. I’m 41 and so far out of shape it’s gone from laughable to “hold up buddy, you need to get back in the gym,” and even I look younger than him.

Imagine a Jags fan and Raiders fan trying to out-white-trash each other

It cannot be unseen.

Is it just me, or does he look like a slightly less doucehy version of Donald Jr. in that pic?

There’s a white people/mayonnaise joke to be made here.

I’m with you.  I root for the dysfunctional dumpster fire in Washington, and it definitely hit home--HARD--with me.

Bryan:

Heyman’s presence really is the only redeeming thing about Brock Lesnar, at this point. There was a time (almost 20 years ago!) when I liked watching Lesnar wrestle Angle, and Eddie, etc., but now...meh.

“A Wild Dard has appeared!”

I laughed, I cried, I was on the edge of my seat.  This comment had it all.

Give the rest to the rats beneath Fenway.

They’ve been doing that to their fans for years.

I got the E.T. reference, my friend.

Go forth and preach the word, my child!

M&Ms are a supremely satisfying snack. Especially peanut.

You’re confusing me, here. Am I demon? Am I an extraterrestrial? Is this a Catholic School remix of a Katy Perry song? Who knows? I don’t.

Yeah, I’m seconding this. Fat Tire is *everywhere* here in Maryland; Bell’s Two Hearted (or really any Bell’s) is a rarer gem in a supermarket setting, for the most part.

To be fair, though, ALL trail mix should have M&Ms. And no raisins.