i’m not trying to be a french dick or anything, but at this point aren’t we all very tired?

not really. people take pictures of their french toast.

wait. so, not florida?

A horse called Whirlaway was the only Triple Crown winner ever to also win the Travers, in 1941. Maybe they’ll get ambitious and enter American Typo. The fact that the purse is over a million clams might influence their decision.

fine. but enough of this “america’s greatest songwriter” bullshit.

little girls respond to chick singers. start her off with some 60’s girl groups and blondie. good taste will ensue.

i enjoy the dodgers, but shirt is hideous.

upvote for your screen name. one of my favorate books.

i fucking love deadspin.

keep clutchin’ them pearls, y’all.

please. 660 markets itself. in fact, the energy being exerted to fight the entropy of marketing 660 is impressive. it must be exhausting.

it looks like something kaepernick would design.

why the leap to sam bradford reacting like a bitch? doesn’t seem you know much about him.

just tell me there was some dancin’ ballmer.

the rockets’ own account.

and if you don’t live in a region where you can buy Duke’s mayonnaise, or if you’re not as willing as i to have it shipped to your home in nyc, make your own mayo for that BLT. it’s even easier than growing a tomato.

i hate this game.

#TBT

one objection: “once you start dickin’ her, you forfeit a lot of the benefits of friendship.”

i’m not clicking on some guy’s link, but will say that baseball, my favorite sport, shouldn’t really pat itself on the back just for being a live-broadcast event. because that’s why it’s so rich right now. in the age of DVR, only sports have value in their initial live airing. advertisers know this. their money is…