— Smitty (@SmittyBarstool) October 20, 2013
Hey dark(ish) Calvin Klein, there’s no runway in the M lot.
Between the scarf, skinny jeans, $200 boots, Member’s Only jacket (seriously), ROLLED UP PANTS and chain smoking of Newports, I’m not sure if I was tailgating with a “sports” blogger or some asshole complaining about his latte during an open poetry reading on a street corner in Brooklyn. Even hardcore hipsters are ashamed of this. Now to his credit he did have a “Fuck Dallas” shirt on underneath, but there’s a solid chance he was doing it to be ironic. Deportation may be the only option in this case.
Only one way to do it baby, and that’s either No Huddle No Mercy or something you hold to heart. Dawkins. Cunningham. For me? Bring It Home For Jerome:
— Kacie McDonnell (@KacieFOX29) September 15, 2013
And yes our Philly video guy John may or may not be the result of when Mario fucked a harbor seal.