“I mean, the only person to have managed to fall off the side of a cruise ship in recent years was a 35-year-old man.”

“Take, say 1991, where that list includes such luminaries as Don Majkowski, Steve Bono, Jeff Kemp, Tom Tupa, Jay Schroeder, Hugh Millen, Erik Kramer, Steve DeBerg, Mike Tomczak, and John Friesz.”

Matt Cassel always sucked.

So it’s for smuggling beer into a stadium? Got it. They should drop the bullshit marketing and just sell it at college tailgates.

“10. Golfer getting himself out of a nightmarish lie.” 

I truly believe it would take an engineer to think he singularly discovered “economies of scale.” Good work, bud.

Right? The flats are more work, but it’s for better wing meat. The drummettes guy did his buddy a favor.

He was franchised by New Orleans in 2012. He just didn’t play out the year under the tag.

He was franchised once by San Diego in 2005 and once by New Orleans in 2012. New Orleans did not try to franchise tag him again because of a grievance ruling from an NFL arbitrator said that New Orleans would have to pay him the bump for a third franchise tag even though it would only be the second time New Orleans…

Oh, man. I kinda wanna buy Trevor a beer. That’s a rough story, dude.

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Pro tip: You can get them to add cheese to bring back the rodeo cheeseburger, that all-time great of their drunk drive thru menu.

I have those same widow’s peaks, and roughly that same haircut. The problem is that even if you still have a lot of hair, once it starts to thin at all, those peaks become their own bald spots really quickly. It’s a tough obstacle for a longer cut.

Homer - the Car Built for Homer

“Traded to Los Angeles” is now a super-unhelpful phrase.

ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) is a different agency than CBP (Customs and Border Patrol). This guys is CBP and really, really shouldn’t be doing this because he’s supposed to be at the border, airport, or port checking passports or cargo.

Get them to send you to New Orleans. We have drinks, and I won’t say the word “Gumbo” to you once.

Is this it? Is this the spot where I can talk with friends and sympathizers about my totally-awesome first car, a magenta 1988 Subaru GL sedan—possibly one of the only ones without 4x4—and changing tires on the side of the road in the snow in Colorado?

I get it. I get the joke.