—Massive "douche cloud" over the New Jersey shore. (Joe)
—You forgot to take the filter out of the camera, so every single scene has that "looking through binoculars" effect over it. (Jameson)
—David Blaine. Fuckin' show-off. (Brandon)
—The massive shit storm that's going to hit my house when the wife finds out I spent $2,700 on Jumanji movie memorabilia. (Matt)
—Wants to be assisted by a secondary shortstop who will cover ground balls that he feels are "extra bouncy" or "too far away." (Mike)
—A receipt from Baby Gap. You don't even have a baby. You don't even know a baby. (Tenessa)
—The first paragraph of your Christmas letter to friends and family pretty much writes itself. (Joe)
—Having your tweet read aloud on CNN. (Jameson)
—A hole large enough to slip your hand through, and a vague memory of attending a WNBA game while drunk. (Brandon)
—To stop calling your husband's frumpy penis his "Tom Bosley" as a show of respect to Bosley's recent death. (Matt)
—Hitler was once Time's Man of the Year. That's right. You and Hitler won the same award. (Mike)
—Setting out fucking Snackwells instead of some real damn cookies. (Tenessa)
—Who names their movie Swimmin' Doggy Superhero, Hurray!, for chrissakes?? (Brandon)
—The Pentagon spends a year asking soldiers whether it would be a big deal if that guy in the unit who everyone knows is gay told people he's gay. Congress voted on it, so now the Pentagon will spend a year figuring out the best way for that guy to say he's gay. (Jameson)
—To stop caring so much about the Minnesota Vikings, those goddamn miserable bastards. (Joe)
—Wearing a top hat and cane around your office, and then doing that thing where you push up the tip of your hat right before you're going to lean in and say something "important" to your co-worker. (Matt)
—Too easy for jerks to say "Yeah, right... more like Person of the Queer." (Brandon)
—Would like confirmation about whether the rumors he's heard about getting a "Kruk Job" are true. (Mike)
—Inadvertently outs you as a person to that family of wolves who raised you as one of their own. (Joe)
—The heart pills that might've saved Grandpa. (Jameson)
—Doing an impression of Gary Sinise. I mean, come on... why even bother? (Brandon)
—Your children's letters to Santa that you kept meaning to throw in the garbage. (Matt)
—Wherever you go, people are staring at you and quietly thinking "it should have been Louis C.K." (Tenessa)
—Having sex through a window. (Brandon)
—Too much fartsy, not enough artsy. (Matt)
—To finish at least one meal in a restaurant without barging into the kitchen and announcing, "That's not how Angelo would do it on Top Chef!" (Joe)
—Several days of golf ball-sized hail at The Masters in April will result in 72 holes-in-one, causing the PGA to award the green jacket to Jesus. (Brandon)
—Farting on your wife's teeth. (Matt)
—People incessantly asking you what time it is all year. (Jameson)
—Yankee Stadium loudspeaker must broadcast a sexy female voice saying "Ooo, Derek!" every time he touches second base. (Brandon)
—A wocket. An honest-to-goodness, goddamn wocket in your pocket. (Mike)
—Not looking at your boss' boobs. Not looking at your boss' boobs. Not looking at your boss' boobs... shit! (Matt)
—A pocket Bible signed by Henry Winkler?? What the...?? (Brandon)
—No holocaust stuff. Duh. (Joe)
Baron von Contributors: Tenessa Gemelke, Brandon Kruse, Matt Kruse, Joe Mulder, Jameson Simmons, Mike Wagner
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