The article states that it spikes on ALL Saturdays and Sundays, as well as on holidays. Your statement reads as an attempt to imply a specific causal relationship between Super Bowl Sunday and increased violence that simply is not supported by the article. Nice try, though.
Avruch
Avruch
I got some good-ass friends, and friends with good asses, and sometimes both (see what I did there)
The Wheel of Time community I used to go on 15 years ago is still going under another name with roughly the same people. That was a great group...
"She tourniquets her arm at the elbow with an ice pick and towel, washes the blood off, puts the offending knife onto the gas fire, heats it to a nice brick red and...wait for it...cauterize her own arm."
In her spare time, the chef from David's story enjoys Russian Roulette, eating glass, and arm-wrestling silverback gorillas during their mating season.
This isn't a criminal action. It's a civil one. You can, in fact, find someone liable for spreading untrue facts about other people. In the case of public figures, the standard is "actual malice" (knowing something is false or recklessly disregarding the truth), but it's somewhat questionable whether the plaintiff…
the grossest has to be the period sex involving vomit. The face I made on the train....
I have always suspected that all of Yoko Ono's weird tweets really just mean the same thing in Yoko Speak:
A friend of mine announced that she was going to give up breastfeeding. Her son was possessed of fairly thick eyebrows and would take to doing this very same eyebrow waggle whenever it was feeding time. My friend said it just kind of creeped her out.
Even though I agree with her, I would not hire that writer.
Sorkin is right. He's a dick, but he's right. It's not about violating confidentiality per se, but about not feeling like anything you say in a writers' room might end up on someone's lame and whiny Twitter feed. I've worked on TV shows, I don't think it ever even needed to be said you don't publicly scold your…
the purser has transferred to Malaysia Air where all nuts a served roasted or go missing
Cho 'nuff, you gotta do them nuts right.
Oh man, it's the My Dunk Kitchen we've all been waiting for.
And who kneads a yeast infection? Not me.
subtext, if you see this armor, just walk away.
I feel like I'm missing something here, because I usually agree with your points, and here less so (which, as an aside, I can cope with. We don't always have to agree. I will live on. I am just surprised).
It's equally possible that the father was a soldier and was shot dead at some point during the latest pregnancy.