Hey, it's almost the weekend! One more day to slog through-and if you don't punch a co-worker you're free and clear. Punch that dick in your mind, it'll feel better. Is there anything really going on? My bet is 'no' but let's take a gander. -Justin Fields, he's just so sick and tired
Balls Magazine Year 2, Volume 1 (22 overall)
Wumbo Wednesday With Weaselo: They Can’t All Be Winners
By Popular Demand: College Football Realignment
Is It Underwear Olympics Time?: Tuesday Open Thread
Subsequent GTD reflections
Warhammer 40k Monday – Kreig Death Korps – Part II
Monday Morning Mock Draft: Be Mine
Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Season Ten premiere! Chicken Penne? Rigatoni? Mostaccioli? Ziti? You cooked it, You Name it
Good morning everyone! Well holy shit and goddamnit, would you look at that? And it's a 3-day weekend too! Woo hoo! Season motherfucking ten of Sunday Gravy in the motherfucking house! No, I'm not going to Roman numeralize it and call it season "X" because fuck that Space Karen motherfucker for forever ruining the
Saturday Night Off-season Open Thread 1
Title Battle Begins In Earnest – Lesser Footy Saturday
You get the contenders 1-2-3 (in increasing order of likelihood to succeed, in Hippo's view), all on USA/NBC. The filthy Redshite play Praise Beesus early (7:30, USA), with the unsettled Ivan Toney hopefully doing humanity in the good. He's in the shop window for the summer, no doubt. Surely he'd prefer the