Terrible press conference questions

I'm afraid to even ask what Tubgirl is. Hell, I'm afraid to even type it into google.

I watched 2G1C on a dare and threw up. I was positive that I would not, but I had no idea what I was about to see. To say I was unprepared would be an understatement.

 

That is priceless, Mizzou. I am not going near that video.

 

Let's call it an image you just don't want to ever see.

 

My younger cousin said his fraternity threw a viewing party where they gorged themselves on pizza and beer and then threw $5 on the table. If you left the room, puked, or gagged, while watching it, you're out.

He was one of the first out. It's safe to say, I would not have lasted long.

 

What's scarier than that Stepford Wives smile is the first line of her bio: "I am absolutely thrilled to be covering sports on Florida's amazing Gulf Coast!"

 

"Can we talk to him?"

Sportswriter to the surgeon who did Mickey Mantle's liver transplant after the surgeon stated that the liver donor had also donated his kidneys, lungs, heart and God knows what else to other people awaiting transplants.

After the laughter died down the surgeon replied, "You must be a sportswriter."

 

"So, no?"

 

Or a psychic medium.

 

He still could have tried to make a desperate save by stating, "I meant, could we talk to Mickey. You guys . . . you thought I meant . . . ? Come on!"

Would have taken a super acting performance to pull it off, though.

 

How about Kermit The Frog's reaction?

(NSFW)

 

Coach, talk about being completely surrounded by assholes.

 

Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.