And in the middle,

Gross. I’ll pass.

Coldstone.

Two phony rocket attacks in one week.

Bortles on his way to becoming a Champion...just like his alma mater.

You didn’t have to jump out the window so soon after the joke. You could’ve let it linger

On Christmas night I went to the airport with my wife

Christ. Back in my day, before this hipster YouTube garbage existed, we used to actually go outside once in a while and find suicide victims in the woods OURSELVES. And, if we couldn’t find them, we’d MAKE them.

To be fair, at least Andrew Jackson had enough balls to kill a guy for calling his wife fat. Trump just tweets back 3rd-grade-bully insults behind his army of Secret Service agents.

“According to Jimmy Hyams, Currie didn’t even know that Schiano had ever coached at Penn State...”

In other news, water is wet.

Gold Digest called to say that I was PROBABLY going to be named “Golfer of the Year,” like last year, but I would have to agree to an interview and a major photo shoot. I said probably is no good and took a pass. Thanks anyway!

Yeah. Cause comparing two singleplayer games to a multiplayer game makes sense.

More like Mar-didn’t-tellusabouttheinjury, amirite?

Brock, and to the left.

ok, so are you gonna smash your keurig or not

The ball clearly brushed the ground when Hilton hit the turf. No catch.

Approved.

Huh. So that’s what it looks like when a ziplock bag of mayonnaise hits an approach shot.