You fucking cunt, that was god damned hilarious. Absolutly delicious.

Does this man carry chipmunk DNA? I’ll bet he loves acorns. Does he slide down a greased-up birdfeeder pole for kicks? His teeth look like they could crack a walnut...

“Besides, these revenues mean nothing.”

Trust me, people who crash $300k cars can afford to destroy $300k cars.

So much truthyness here. Well done.

Although certainly a warped version, this IS capitalism at work: Employee wanted to be paid X, employer wanted to pay X -*some amount*, and they’re now going their separate ways.

“...the best and most versatile running back in the league...”

I never pronounce that acronym - I just say, “And here, in the ‘frequently asked questions’ section..."

Im not trying to be an asshole here (though it’s never stopped me before), but I have a serious question:

+1 pitcher as a drinking vessel

I played in that organization for a dozen years in Southern CA.

Ya know, it often takes a truly rare level of comic genius to succinctly quip what we all, deep in our hearts, know to by true. Bravo.

Aye, that’s the stuff, ‘ol boy. Tip top, indubitably.

Well, if anyone knows anything about bold yet intellectually shaky gambits, its certainly you. I just feel humbled and blessed to have been a part of your unique world!

“...the core of setting line... is predicting the most likely outcome according to people who follow the sport closely.”

You, sir (ma’am) are certainly right to question the numbers. Methodology is a heck of a thing!

Ah, the ‘ol “double down on a bad taek” taek. Veteran stuff ‘ol chap.

The strike will start at 10 p.m. local time Sunday, and end Tuesday at 6 a.m.”

I you’re under the impression that betting lines reflect likelihood (or margin) of winning, I’ve a bridge to sell you in London.