Carter Richman hired Matt Cadd to watch the family jewels at his granddaughter's debut. It was an inside job: slip the dick a mickey, cart off the loot, skip town.
Hangovers were no match for this headache, but that didn't hurt nearly as much as the egg on his face.
Remember when Ol' Luke ate fifty of 'em on a bet?
Schadenfreude
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I don't normally like to take joy in the misfortune of others but it's the
fecking Dodgers and they got their fookin' asses whooped and I'm pretty
fuckin...
19 hours ago
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