Put a GoPro camera on it! working on my native advertising

Ha- far, far west. Blue, Hilldog, John Brown.

White man here, grew up with the albums, can still sing along with them, word for embarrassing word...help me out here- give this movie my money, or no?

“Boop beep bomp bomp boop wtf is this shit?”

The Coyotes have been a team longer than Arizona hasn’t recognized MLK day?

Great, now I can’t feel my fingers pulling this hottest of takes from the oven. Thanks for nothing.

Ha ha- “yuuuge” wink, “yuuuge” wink. Heh.

“It’s a shit-hole!” -AA on shore leave, Times Square, 23:50 Saturday, 8/15/74

I’m sensing a lot of hovering over the publish button out there.

Hipster newborns are the worst.

Tiny books are neat compromise between the internet and the dying printed word.

“We prefer ‘philanthropy’,” - Guggenheim Baseball Management

Forgot to turn in your key card, I see. Kudos

Wow that bullet could’ve gone any direction. The tree of freedumb is thankfully sometimes watered with the blood of idiots.

“Idiot free gunstore” is the unicorn we all need. What we got, we didn't deserve.

“Good night, Ms. NotVogel, wherever you are- hachachachacha!”

Ya hear that, mango? [jerks thumb] back o’ tha line

“We hate hockey now, Dad!” -the Wallock brats cheerily, ten minutes later

A perfectly ripe peach or nectarine in deepest summer has to be the pinnacle of fruit enjoyment. A mango comes in after because they are so bloody hard to peel, and that fibrous core is just impossible.

I like that the announcer reveals the name of the dad, just in case somebody from CPS is watching. That, and that the outfield ball boy doesn’t reward bad (and incompetent!) behavior by giving him the ball.