Kenneth? Is that you?

Well, it makes sense that a radio announcer would do this with frequency.

“Shackleford, Admiral Rusty. I’ll keep my coat.

You must be mistaken, that’s Rusty Shackleford.

Given the types of people Trump has been appointing to his Cabinet, I expect that he’s hired this guy to manage his hotels:

Bonus points for having Dale Gribble as your avatar while posting this

Alternate caption for that picture:

Harbaugh told the team about the ‘lies made up by our enemies’ at a meeting in Schembechler Hall, wearing Jumpman Kleenex boxes on his feet while surrounded by Gatorade bottles of his own urine.

They’re the Cardinals. Before the Browns, the Bills, the Jets, etc were laughingstocks of the league, there were the Cardinals. They remembered who they are before the season and began to play accordingly.

How many pairs did you order?

I’m sorry, but this all wrong.

Truth, Bridey sent up a warning shot. Future hubby better cut and run fast. This one is a sure bet for full alimony.

It’s an extremely stupid word, but I appreciate that it’s a thing because its presence tells me that the person who using it has nothing of real value to say so I don’t need to waste my attention on them.

I am with you here. I have a pretty gnarly scar on my upper lip from an old bush-diving injury and it’s either facial hair, which I keep groomed, or something that makes me look like I belong in one of those “for 37 cents a day” ads.

“Because he’s a GLORY BOY who doesn’t know how to WRAP THE FUCK UP.”

Blue is a notorious asshole when it comes to shit type of shit. It’s really good.

“I felt like a big man, pushing that kid around.” -Homer J

OH SHIT—MISTER RED, ONE OF THE MOST HARDEST-HITTING MASCOTS IN DA LEEGUE

Why Your Kid Sucks, by Drew Magary in a horse costume.