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Many people are saying they’d like to play with me. The best people. Very best. Very beautiful people. My uncle, who was a player for MIT, told me that I have a great football mind. One of the best. Maybe the best. Very natural football scientist. Many people are saying so. I don’t know. Maybe I am.”

When Tom Brady sees the sign:

Imagine Dragons is a cancer that destroys everything they touch. Ironically, it’s a cancer that can only be cured by continuing to smoke cigarettes, drink alcohol, guzzle coffee, and live a generally unhealthy/dangerous life.

Jesus, they sound like Mets fans (and everyone else the Royals beat) in 2015.

“Well, ya know, they just play superb defense and have one of the best bullpens of all time ... but they’re actually not really a good team. They’re just getting lucky. We’re actually better than them.”

There are plenty of valid criticisms of Jim Acosta and CNN. Do we really need to pile on even more because the guy tried to cut some of the tension among people at a Trump rally? Being able to relate to some Trump supporters on a human level isn’t an implicit endorsement, normalization, or any other show of support

News of a man dying on a little league field was especially terrifying for Danny Almonte’s family.

Coming to ABC this fall, Boseanne!

Closest I could find.

Every 90's kid with a good childhood reading this article like:

“Two days after they were bounced out by Florida, Arkansas traveled to Nashville to play six games in one day against Tennessee State”

Unabomer couldn’t tackle for shit.

Well, maybe if you had put a little more effort into winning the Revolutionary War, this wouldn’t have happened, old chap.

Whenever Pooh is not in a scene, all the other characters should ask, “Where’s Pooh?”

So it’s Hook meets a PG-friendly Ted?

Asked how they felt about their coach’s dismissal, a team spokesperson said, “No woman, no cry.”

The ad, which premiered Monday on YouTube, is ostensibly a reenactment of the 2015 killing of Katie Steinle.

I’m always shocked at how many pseudonyms my father-in-law has.