Have him go after them. He’ll blow out his knee. Problem solved.

You just confused the shit out of Terry Bradshaw.

It’s like playing 10,000 Maniacs “Because The Night” when you expect to hear The Dead Kennedys “Too Drunk To Fuck.”

My Father’s take “Piece of shit blew up? It was a Dodge? Figures.”

This performance reminds me of the “synchronized dancing” in the middle of the 80's movie The Running Man.

That puckering starfish mouth of his reminds me that of the bleached asshole on an overly spray tanned minor porn actress.

Don’t worry. Before you can say “Wounded Warriors 5k Run” the media will have it’s pants around it’s ankles again.

Do you want to try milking it? I don’t!

“Go golfing see said. It’ll be fun she said.”

Thanks Ken Starr!

With Roger singing “Goodbye, Horses.”

Waking up this morning to the NHTSA email with the subject line “

Did he call out to the bailiffs by saying “Hey you guys!”

Beat with the ugly stick, fetal alcohol syndrome, dealers choice.

“Ted, you want $5000 for the Jeep. I’ll give you $3500.”

You just want Brady to have a Tony Hayward moment and say “I’d like my life back.” over a hot mic.

Hold the door? When did GoT become Adventures of Huck Finn?

Good for him.

“Yes we can!” replied the weirdo, self appointed Target bathroom police.

“That’s what they said about me and I’m still around...”