Chiefs fans are better drunk drivers than you’re giving us credit for.

Interesting dinosaur book, that one.

KC Star’s photographer caught the moment, and it’s just as glorious in freeze frame:

They just look that way because Reid is incapable of hurrying

Andy Reid is the best high blood pressure coach in the NFL, that’s for sure.

That game escalated so fast. There were so many points when I was thinking there was no way KC is winning this and when Denver scored that last touchdown, I actually walked away thinking that was it. I come back a minute later and the Chiefs are in the red zone. That game just kept being amazing.

Depends on who you voted for. I voted Hillary and actually enjoyed this article, even if it’s not satirical. It’s a good balance to this site and all of the other Post-Gawker sites.

A challenger appears!

Addition: Mater and Sally are having an affair, and when Lightning is catching on to it, Mater and Sally decide to clip his brake lines so that he will die and Sally can collect his life insurance. They take the life settlement and run off to Central America where they pay off local politicians to keep them safe.

Pretty scary stuff. Unions are an option, certainly, and I would never discourage anyone from joining a union.

Where else is a headliner supposed to go?

it’s just a picture of legs that cuts to an image of a man standing in a burning house and he has a goat head and his eyes are the black of the void and then it cuts back to an image of legs with paint on them and then it’s the goat headed man and he’s closer to the foreground and I can smell sulfur and then it cuts…

Better than the Falcons and their brief slogan “Weak Dogs Get Drowned”.

This is typical of the ethnocentrism I expect from the Deadspin sites. How can you pick on Lithuanians for this miss when the problem was clearly the Pole?

very good SNL sketch about this phenomenon:

Big tits eventually sag, but I still love them.

“reached 19.8 MPH on his way to the wall.”

Here’s another one:

Anyone who’s ridden a fixed gear knows you can’t coast.

Philadelphia’s collective attitude problem extends well beyond parking. Of the dozen times a year I’d find myself catching a connecting flight through Philadelphia in the early 2000's, about 50% of the time I’d have something stolen from a bag.