Let this be a lesson: do NOT borrow money from ESPN. This is what happens when you're late with the vig.
Let this be a lesson: do NOT borrow money from ESPN. This is what happens when you're late with the vig.
Ridiculously prosaic question: to what extent is covering or not covering the tomato sauce as it simmers important to the cooking process?
Whoa, whoa, easy there. It might not be relevant to this recipe, but don't let's go declaring it a waste. You'll be ahead of the game when Burneko posts his recipe for chicken a la THC.
Go easy on him. It's hard to start at quarterback for an NFL team and also be in the witness protection program. Now he gets to live the rest of his life like a schnook.
Conversation in NFL HQ:
"Boys, are we sure this is a chicken worth fucking?"
Let's not lose sight of the cat in the video. That creature had some balls on it. Having watched the deer mop the floor with the dog, the cat decides to creep up on this enraged animal that is, conservatively, 20 times its body weight, and when the deer gives it a 'you want some of this?!' motion, the cat apparently…
I tend to dress nicely when I travel because I have a theory - which so far has only the faintest hint of evidence to support it, if you're into 'evidence' to support your 'theories' you 'scientists', you - that in the event of complications, a gentleman in a suit will be better served than a gentleman not in one, and…
"Also, the young man's father is Oakland Raiders general manager Reggie McKenzie, so hopefully, he has someone else he can ask to fuck up a fucked up situation further." Fixed.
WHAT? So THAT's why I keep fucking these recipes completely the fuck up! Aaaah, I've been making an idiot of myself...
Given several overtimes, yes.
Oh, shit, that was Notre Dame? When I heard that Alabama had played a Catholic university and then checked the score, I assumed it was some kind of exhibition against Holy Cross or Saint-Mary-in-the-Woods. That was Notre Dame? Seriously? Ouch.
If this universe ends, may Georgetown Cupcake go first. I went with a friend who was picking up a dozen cupcakes on the orders of his good lady, and the amount they lifted from him for the privilege was nothing short of obscene. It was like seeing someone get beaten and robbed in broad daylight. And I...I just stood…
The only thing more American than that last entry would be to smear yourself in red, white, and blue hamfat and streak through the streets screaming "AMERICA, MOTHERFUCKERS! USA! USA! USA!"
This comment is accurate and fairer than its object deserves.
I have been known to cap off the odd evening out with an absurdly long walk home, if conditions permit. Returning on one occasion from some ludicrous social assignation or other, I was walking across London in the dead of night and was joined by a fox, which fell in beside me as if I were walking it (or as if we were…
What the hell is with this need for cathartic revenge (fantasy or real) against children? This week also saw the mother lauded for selling her daughter's Katy Perry tickets as punishment, and often, the question of the daughter's infraction never really came up, because what she did isn't important, what is important…
I concur entirely with the sentiment here, and suggest only the stipulation that it is perfectly acceptable to act like a triumphant imbecile after a dunk on a hoop of any height, provided you are not actually taunting the child for whom the hoop was lowered. That's just stupid.
Quite so. Also, that is a very strong Kinja handle.
Have you tried Fallout? I loved the Elder Scrolls but have to admit that they can be a little elephantine. Fallout might hit the same spot with you that Mass Effect does.
"fuck the less progressive audience". Indeed. Oh, INDEED.