If you think of the Catholic, “Let’s raise money to build some cathedrals” concept of purgatory, then it would be you watch the movie, but commentary would be the Mystery Science Theater guys.

Part Three: The Battle of the Five Fingers

One of my coworkers is a Bills fan. She has an autographed picture of Scott Norwood on her desk from right after he missed the kick. We all understand. 

Typical Southerners, over inflating the importance of the “Lee” in everything. 

It’s like when Southerners try to pronounce “Lafayette” and come up with “La-FAY-it”

I believe that’s the very definition of white people. 

Where have you gone Joe Montana, oh? The Golden Joe has left and gone away. Hey Hey Hey. 

This is a perfect comment. You are free to leave work and enjoy a long weekend. 

Puerto Rico is America.

Anyone else read this in the voice of Foghorn Leghorn?

They tried as hard as they could to reach out and Zagreb it. 

It’s not even that he used the word, which is awful, but he was using it a manner in reference to Colonel Sanders saying it, as a sort of defense, as if he should be able to say it, and not suffer consequences. 

And he’s an excellent bowler. 

I enjoyed Eck’s “I’m telling you, it’s time to party” immensely, knowing what kind of partying Eck used to do back in the 70's and 80's. 

There are three rules in life.

I (vitamin) C what you did. 

The pizza dominoes quickly started to fall:

Ha! My sincerest apologies. I’m well aware of the intra-Isle identity issues, and know better. I was caught up in the moment, and my years of inculcation as a Bostonian to refer to England as “The British” got the best of me.

The only Nelson that really matters to England right now. #TheBritisharetheworst

Even Ugly Dogs Go to Heaven