All the blame and none of the credit. PGP.

I still have an iPhone 4. PGP.

The combined record of my college team, my pro team, and my two fantasy football teams: 1-12. PGP.

It’s “Budget your time between MLB day games and fantasy football roster management” season. PGP.

Tindering at a wedding. PGP.

The single pube on the top of the urinal. PGP.

Getting completely blindsided by your bi-annual car insurance payment. PGP.

I’m more attracted to the DirecTV puppet wife than the girls at my agency. PGP.

I tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end it doesn’t even matter. PGP.

Not having hamburger, so just eating the helper. PGP.