This just begs the question, is Leia a Lurcher or a full Mistborn?

Seriously, is there an alternative interpretation of “No. There is another,” that somehow isn’t about Leia?

STONE COLD!

Damn right I am.

Dude. Maybe...maybe there’s something else going on here? What the hell does “cockfaced” mean? Take a breath, everyone agrees with you, to some extent, about Simmons. But the breathless, spittle-fueled tantrums about his opinions of Boston sports are depressingly miserable.

This is a load of insufferable on top of another load of insufferable.

Patricia goes to Detroit, they they retain Jim Bob Cooter and we spend the entire season following the adventures of “Rocket Man and the Cooter”.

The claim closes by asking to settle “all claims they may have against Richard A. Rodriguez, his wife, and their martial community for $7,500,000.”

Those were all Gungans and in the extended Blue Ray version they’re all gonna have voices and throughout the whole fight they’re gonna be saying shit like “Oopsie me have a stabby” really loudly

Are you copy pasting your response to multiple people?

There is no acceleration without thrust. You’re confusing momentum with acceleration. While he’s holding it the thrust provided by the ships exhaust is accelerating it. Once he lets go that force is no longer being transferred to the object by his hand. I think what we have here is a fundamental flaw in your…

“We’ve got kids over here!”

John Fox should be the first coach to get fired mid-challenge.

Have you ever composed a symphony, punk? Well, have you!? Sorry, that bit made me laugh. It’s such flawed passive aggressive “logic”. Like saying a thing sucks is only valid if you also make said things. But I get it. I mean, look how delayed Mozart’s stuff always was because he had to wait years for the new…

He’s never quite all there, which makes blowouts watchable:

“First he must remain abstinent for a year. Butch Jones, on the other hand, can immediately get back in any ho.” - the NCAA

When will someone be brave enough to tell a story far in the future of Middle Earth, after the Elves have all gone to the West and the Dwarves have all secluded themselves underground, and humans create advancements in agriculture, and then metal working, and vaccines, and building cities and cars, and airplanes, and…

First you dim the lights to set the mood. Next you look them right in the eyes. Then WHAMMMMOOOO right up side your head.

“At least Jerry fights for his team and, by extension, its fans.”