Nope. You start overlooking the rules, and every drunk asshole thinks he has free reign to hop on the field.

ESRB ratings are not legally binding and the ESRB doesn’t have any authority to fine stores for ignoring them.

She's standing in the same place she was standing for Vesimir's funeral. She never moves after that. I thought it was really weird too.

The Sox are going to fade by mid-July at best.

The alcohol is the point. The propylene glycol is unnecessary.

Yet you keep coming back.

You, specifically.

There’s also no good reason to put it in whiskey.

Because it’s liquor for people whose palate never matured beyond "Halloween candy."

Propylene Glycol is toxic. Fireball contains propylene glycol. These facts are not in dispute.

Nope. Cinnamon antifreeze.

What you've got is cinnamon antifreeze.

That's fucking gross. Who drinks Fireball?

IWillNotApologize doth protest too much.

Who the fuck cares?

Every time Mariah Carrey smiles I'm reminded of Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter.

That’s exactly how I remember the Teletubbies.

None of the folks in that picture look like real people.

Without evidence, though, he could be on the hook for slander.

Yep. And they're still paying him to play (or not play, as the case appears to be) for us now. I love it. Fuck the Angels.