My apologies.

Honestly surprised it took this many comments to get to the strait jacket joke.

I’m sure the rape and mutilation gifs were horrible for the people who had to see them, but this system they implemented is not the correct solution.

We join our hero StreetWalkin’Cheetah in his never ending quest to slay as much ignorance as possible:

I was pretty fat in sixth grade so I played center. We had a trick play we ran through three or four times every practice that wound up with me getting the ball back. The coaches never called it in a game. Not even when we were up by 42 points. My dad was super pissed ‘cause he occaisionally watched practice and…

Hmm sounds tasty. Great name, btw. One of my favorite words that never gets used in conversation.

I’m not much of a gamer so I may be way off base, but I thought these sorts of people got their rocks off denying others their fun. Like it’s not enough to win, you have to make the opponent want to quit. Any calls for basic human decency will probably be laughed at.

I don’t know who that guy is, but that was such a dumbass statement. We still have the fucking draft we just don’t use it. Reason we don’t use it is because you fucking baby boomers trashed the place so bad that being a shittily paid and treated soldier is an attractive option.

Robert Evans was retired earlier in the year. Drew didn’t seem to have the material anymore. I won’t miss it, but my condolences for your loss.

Is there something special I don’t know about that is specific to Hawaiian sea salt? Or is just quality thing?

A friend of mine said he loves playing the bass because he can jam with anybody. Any size band, any style of music and he can jump right in.

Nail on the head there. A friend of mine is a badass bassist and he plays lots of shows for bands he is not in. Sometimes he is the only one getting paid for his efforts because it is just easier to slip him a pair of Jacksons than to locate a good bassist.

As I like to explain to people: ‘The ground can’t cause a fumble, but it can defend a pass.’

The Emett Smith bit would have been hilarious as a one time thing. Maybe five paragraphs or so. As a little recurring blurb in the jamboroo it has never been funny.

As a former high school linebacker, it pains me that when watching a tight game I fear the clock not the other team.

I believe the absence of a thorn in German made printing presses is what graced us with the word ‘Ye’, which was just supposed to be ‘the’. ‘Y’s kinda look like thorns I guess?

Funny, I often feel this way when watching television and movies. It’s like people who write for the screen have fantasized up all these perfect back and forth conversations.....then they shoehorn them into absolutely retarded situations because they have no freaking clue how anything at all works in the real world…

When watching football, nothing disappoints me more than a fumble bouncing harmlessly out of bounds. The consequences for letting go of the rock should be STARK and DIRE.

I think this was a special case. Bill Barnwell detailed how it’s pretty hard to take an intentional penalty to stop the clock without just screwing yourself in the process.

In 2003 I was a sophomore in high school. Small school so I was good enough to play varsity football. During a game our starting center/defensive tackle sustained a concussion. For starters nobody noticed. He was kind of a weird wired up dude to begin with so through the course of the game if he seemed a little off,…