This is a collaborative post from the sick and horrible minds of Old School Zero and Low Commander of the Super Soldiers. You have been warned.
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Even in a pretty miserable year—and let's not kid ourselves: this has been, by any measure, a pretty miserable year on the global scale—I've got a lot to be thankful for. Most of all, of course, there's my beautiful fiancée lady snow, to whom I became formally engaged this past
OSZ: Hello from the DFO Chargers Posting Brigade—me, Low Commander of the Super Soldiers, sunrisesunrise, and blackroseMD1. Having just watched Floatception Rivers re-emerge during the Dolphins game and our secondary get burned by Ryan Tannehill... well, my optimism for the rest of the season is, shall we say, waning. My
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As I groggily woke up at a reasonable West coast sleep in time, I realized I had offered to take the Sunday Gravy slot for today and talk all about how to make pie. My best intentions had been to set up and schedule that post well ahead of time,
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Keenan Allen: Damn. This shit again.
Brandon Flowers: Yeah, tell me about it. Hell, I don’t even think Rivers has healed up from last season yet!
Philip Rivers: [Limps in on crutches, most of
Portland has been commodified. It started a while back when all of us super cool and better than you Portlanders talked it up to actual cool people from actual cool cities like NYC and LA and SF and other places that can legitimately go by initials that aren't their airport
Welcome to DFO's initial Divisional Draft roundtable. Drinking an Abita Wrought Iron IPA and avoiding my family, I am King Hippo, representing the World Muthafuckin' Champion Donks. We also have world famous alternate Internet Dad (and Raiders fan) Rikki-Tikki-Deadly, plus the stomp stomp CLAP!! duo of Old School Zero and
OH HAI! I Tommy, I play foots ball! So excitement!
Pretty wife put put out clothes, better change! OOO, SLIPPERS YAY!
Now I ready to take bus to stadium, say hai to coach! To TEAM! TO GRONK!
Wheels on bus go round and round, psi goes down and down, down and down!
Hello, I'm current National Football League commentator Trent Green, and I read the article on your site that said not to buy any National Football League merchandise or go to as many games and just watch it at home, and I couldn't disagree more. As part of the National Football
So the Powerball jackpot was something like $500 million for last night's drawing, and while I didn't buy any tickets because I need that money for my krokodil, it did get me thinking a little about the absurd amount of money that would come from winning. After taxes, one would
Now that we're in the time of year where we put forth our wish lists to bloated old white guys (PLEASE JUST GET OUR TEAM TO A SUPER BOWL YOU RICH FUCK!) and also celebrate the holidays by buying gifts, I got the idea (THANKS SILL!) to put out a