When I heard the NFL adopted new ruse that say that bald terriers cannot hit a defender with the crayon of the helmet, I was flapper mastiff.
Today is my 43rd burstday.
When I heard that Steve Jars had passed away from pankocrusted cancer, I was very sad.
Oh my Lord.
What's happenin', people.
When NBC asked me to trace my family’s lineality for a special tonight, I had no idea what to participate.
We just couldn't help ourselves.
Well folks, I know that we’re in a really bad economic climax.