How do you know someone’s a hockey fan?

Quite a stretch.

Regarding on-base percentage, Dusty Baker likes to keep it .100.

So, my only takeaway from this is that she rocks Spock eyebrows.

When I was 26 I was just really focused on my drinking.

You’re ironically bragging about your state’s tax situation, right?

On a related note, don’t start a restaurant.

I can imagine the Harrier pilot’s radio communication with the ship:

Harrier: “Now, you’re sure it’s empty, right?”
Ship: “Yup, we’re sure.”
H: “You checked?”
S: “Yes, we checked.”
H: “You sure you checked? Can you check it once more?”
S: “Yes, we checked.”
H: “OK.”
S: “Start your run.”
H: “Roger.”
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H: "You're TOTALLY sure…

The man threatened Mr. West by telling him, “If you don’t give me what I want, I have people in the car that will burn this whole place down.”

Quothe the Raven: “Here. Take some more.”

Way to go, Jennifer, you could have closed the gender wage gap by yourself if you hadn’t let a reprobate produce it. Guess we’re stuck at 77 cents.

More coherent than any Rand novel

In memory of all NCO’s

Look at Julius Randle at the top. The moment Kobe turns away from him, he starts to walk back on defense, knowing whatever came next would be so inept that there wasn’t even a need to think about an offensive rebound.

I was in Austin probably 15 years ago and was coming down the elevator of a hotel around 6:30 am to go for a run. As I reached the bottom floor, the doors opened, and Merle Haggard is standing there with some woman, both three sheets to the wind. Merle slinks in before I can get out, and he looks me over in my gym…

Not that anyone cares about the Wolves in this story, but good lord it’s nice to have several legitimate pieces on the roster for the first time since George Mikan was crushing mad Scandahoovian squish all over Minneapolis.

A homophobic bigot with an anger problem that once had a a very minor quasi-rap hit, who is loved by white women who normally don’t listed to rap music. Here most notable cultural achievement is probably being one of the last d-list celebrities given the chance to pose nude for Playboy. Also someone who apparently…

Can someone just chew mint gum and blow on my vagina? Tnks

Ha! I grew up in the sports obsessed south too. The only reason why I played soccer in junior high was because I found out they let the players have Dr. Pepper at half time and we weren’t allowed to have soda at home. Run around for 20 minutes on Saturday mornings for that forbidden can of ‘beetus every weekend? Hell…