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You nailed it, man.

Full disclosure: I went to Pittsburgh for a wedding with an ex-girlfriend in September 2015. The wedding itself was actually super classy—bride and groom were both Ph.Ds—so I really thought “hey this might not be a bad trip.”

I knew there was a place all these Western PA crackers were manufacture!  There’s just simply no way that many slack-jawed yokels are getting laid on a regular basis.

I can taste the beer’s bitterness through my screen.

I work in an office filled with Steelers fans.

Preliminary reports indicate that the pilot lost control of the plane after learning Tennessee has a professional football team. 

Bulky beefy blogger body” sounds like a great name for a sketch comedy troupe whose lone season of television exposure airs in reruns on Epix at 3am. 

It’s bus. BUS. 

Jeff Fisher is just eminently forgettable. 

Magnificent. 

I’ll be honest, for a moment there, when Jeff Fisher’s name popped up, I had to stop for a second and thought to myself, “wait, Jeff Fisher *isn’t* still the coach of the Titans?”

I regret that I have but one star to give.

I was sitting at home, reading this post on the shitter, using my designated shitter-device (a 2013 Nexus 7). As I scroll down, to just below JP Finlay’s tweet, Chrome displays an advertisement...for Maryland personal injury attorneys, with a picture of a dude in a wheelchair with a broken leg. I tried to screenshot

+3 wake-ups

That poor child’s thousand-yard stare.  Someone needs to call CPS and report the Browns for child abuse.

Judging by that photo, Freddie’s been in one too many kitchens.

He’s complaining that Hollywood is the real problem in America, because they’re racist.

Thank you, Drew. Not just for this one, but for *all* of these over the years. Knowing that this day is coming, every year, is quite literally the highlight of my Washington Dumpster Fires fandom.

I hate seeing this. Honestly, I didn’t even like it when Dogfish Head sold to Sam Adams—I know it’s apples and oranges, but it just felt...icky.

Did “dumpster fire” give it away?