oh god why

We never asked for it to end this way. Alas...

Happy Monday everyone! Let that image sit with you for the rest of the week, eh?

And clearly you both needed some more sunscreen. Let that molting skin be a reminder that we didn't come to the Pearl Jam concert to see this.

And by work I mean strip club. And by strip club I mean the unmarked dumpster behind the Jiffy Lube.

Sorry about that, I'm getting heavy "The Ring" vibes from this one. Get back to me in a week if you accidentally erased yourself from existence by seeing this. Thanks!

"What, this IS how I smile!"

Ugh, it's like seeing a sack of groceries in swim wear.

We can't all be Man-Faye, but by God this guy wants to carry that torch. Good on you, dude!

How many more smooches are we going to have to ruin before we put an end to this nonsense?

Straight from the pages of the Sunday not-so-funnies!

Then again, maybe you need that tire. It looks like one of your rear wheels is balding quite a bit.

I'm pretty sure all of the fashion FAILs here have warped my perception of reality, I can't even tell anymore!

Someday, maybe the rest of the NBA will be as trendy and fashionable as you, Craig Sager. Until then, we always have the NHL's Don Cherry to tide us over.