All this talk of murder birds reminds me of a little poem my grandfather used to recite:
If I were a Cassowary
On the plains of Timbuk-tu,
I would eat a missionary
Psalms, prayers and hymn book too.
I talk English good.
No time to read words, must prove I am better than someone else on the internet!
Final form would have to be this, no?
A shorthanded goal in double OT to stave off elimination.
Hockey is just the best goddamn sport.
Excuse me, Drew’s room is on the second floor and his parents’ house doesn’t even have a basement.
I get it, man. Waiting on lab results is a harrowing experience.
You’d think that the Orioles one would take the K
yeah well, at least these Jet updates won’t kill anybody
In the AAF, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups. The players who were suckered into wasting months of their life, and the owners who will somehow cash out and profit on an obvious disaster. These are their stories.
Criticize the umpire all you want, but he took it right on the dick and balls, realized there was a potential play at the plate and hung in there until everything had played out to mourn for his package. This man deserves your praise.
I wish I did. When there’s a state where Fond-du-lac and Baraboo seem more plausible as town names, you know you’re in trouble.
The Padres may not have arrived just yet, but they’re coming
If I don’t deserve happiness then neither do they
When I’m dead and gone, don’t throw a shovelful of dirt onto my casket; use a ladleful of gravy.
Just let the boys be boys.
Yeah, 30 pieces of silver.
Fuck, man, great piece.