I’m glad someone came out and told me not to believe what I read on social media, because I cannot believe she’s actually dating that dicknose Kent.

“Little girly, basketball” is about as far as ex-teammate Kevin Johnson ever gets on the tour of his house.

And I just assumed Cutler was the biggest fan of “quit hitting yourself!”

Yeesh, this is way worse than the delayed burn dropped on Ron Mexico.

This is incredibly touching, just not with hands.

A fighters’ union? In my house, we call that our wedding day.

Revisited it three times and I’m still giggling.

Felger cited ex-Celtics coach Rick Pitino, who did the whole kid thing with nine seconds left on the shot clock.

About time someone got back at those Apples.

Karjakin is also a great way to kill time in traffic.

I’m all for building a pipeline for marathoning talent, but it’s going to be difficult for Hermens to avoid clogs.

I thought the 400-pound guy was supposed to be the hacker, not the hacked.

Got to credit the owner of the truck in that photo. Usually when I hear someone from Missouri mention stuffed animals, it involves misusing food stamps.

Glad this will end all that talk of white supremacy.

Combining my painful whiteness with my listening to the new Tribe Called Quest album solves race relations in the U.S., right? Cool, thought so.

[cums]

He was Frank? What happened to John Miller?

Immediately after taking a dump on the subcontinent, the Brits named him Raj.

Writing 4,000 words on Simmons—so meta!

See, driving while White is also dangerous!