Don't you dare compare Gang of Four to "Take Me Out."
Don't be an idiot. Buy a foam roller and do it right. And sprint, don't jog. You'll be done in a year if you don't take care of yourself now.
I'm serious. Here are the benefits of hill sprinting over jogging:
Another in a long trend of boring growly voices trying to do acoustic music.
Stop jogging and start sprinting, you fucking pussy.
I empathize. I too enjoy going to local tee-ball games so I can yell things like "Nice try, you pre-pubescent faggot!" and "You swing like a girl, you little six-year-old bitch!" So easy to root against when they can't even play like adults.
I have found basketball statistics to give meaning to my NBA-watching. People who want to try to rank players according to "grit?" "Hustle?" I don't give a shit.
This. Exactly this. It has everything to do with finding value in your own existence instead of crying when Derek Jeter doesn't get his 80th Gold Glove.
My theory is that I stopped giving a fuck about the lives of a bunch of millionaire athletes who wouldn't even look me in the eye if we crossed paths. I stopped living vicariously through athletes and started playing sports that I watched instead. I appreciate the competition, but I really couldn't give one fuck about…
I interviewed for a job with this woman. Awesome stuff.
Bolivia.
Cruel and unusual. +1
Kinda disheartening to think winning trumps class
You're a goddamn liar.
Dude, no.
"I want a bigger chartered jet! This one's too small for my ego!"
Oh my god.
I prefer to believe that this is nothing more than a case of a chimpanzee pecking random letters on a keyboard, and we got oh-so-lucky to be a part of it.
I don't think that it would be particularly hard to justify it. If the "pickpocket" were calmly asking for money, valuables, etc., there would be little to suggest violent behavior. If the "pickpocket" were threatening violence, making menacing gestures, or holding a presumed weapon, even in his pocket, the claim of…