What a wonderful game, spoiled by horrific announcing.

The biker will get his revenge in about twenty years when that hartebeest kills itself after years of suffering from memory loss and depression.

Nothing finer than a heavy man shitting outdoors.

The towel would soak it up like diaper, whereupon it would be thrown into the trash can, no one the wiser.

Brian Kelly buried his first quarterback under there.

I would find this defense a lot more credible were Jack Dickey not a descendant of the Huldufólk.

Travis McGriff or Donnie Spragan?

"How no amount of sex tips will keep your man from cheating on you with that skanky waitress" - Cosmo

Keep this on the DL guys, but also with a fetish for black men? Michelle Obama.

Ballin' like a mathlete

I be straight rolling up on bitches like I'm FDR

I'm speed-watching the game the morning after

Yes Joe, I know who Vivien Leigh is. No, I don't want to smell your finger.

I liked PJ's writing about being drunk. It made me feel like I was there, drunk on a beach in the summertime instead of being here, drunk at work in the fall.

That Sarasota Slim story is actually just an allegory of Peter King's writing process.

Tell me how my expectation of privacy taste

NIGHTMARE GINGER

Also, fade-away jumper? Highly effective. Fade-away punch? Ineffective.

This is a pretty accurate visual representation of my phone/email interactions with my HMO when I try to get them to cover an actual bill from the ER.

It is still very important!