Most under-powered car out there? All of them. Buy something with two wheels. Mine weighs 500 pounds and has 200 ponies. Great gas mileage, and it cost less than my annual property tax bill.
Most under-powered car out there? All of them. Buy something with two wheels. Mine weighs 500 pounds and has 200 ponies. Great gas mileage, and it cost less than my annual property tax bill.
I know. Never understood the SAS hate, but then, I quit watching ESPN a long time ago. But that fucking commute with Mike and the Mad Dog just made me wish there was a god to bring down the wrath.
Third post on your Burner account? Nice.
No beef. Cheer up and chill out, man.
Hmm. A 24-hour-old Burner account. Okay.
Damn. If those players had gone straight to the minors after high school, that kid would be dead.
You've got way too much talent to be this defensive, dude.
Spoiler alert! A serious illusionist does not spill the tricks of whatever sleight-of-hand you used to sucker so many of us.
Fuck. I always liked Garrard. He had that dart-thrower passing arm that reminded me of Stabler. He just needed the right (and consistent) coaching scheme. He'll be back. Fuck the New Jersey Jets.
Good points, all. Google scares the hell out of me. But at least it plays friendly across platforms, the lack of which is killing Apple and Microsoft.
Mike, or Steve? Wait. Don't answer that. It's a trick question.
Uh, Craig Sager was working. The celebs were there to promote an upcoming and certifiably terrible M. Knight Shamalamadingdong movie.
You forgot consistently fucked-up syntax. Gizmodo—Giving Gadget Geeks Glock-Grabbing Garbage for over a century in fruit fly years.
Wow. I fell for it. My subtle sarcasm detector must be broken.
He got some sound mentoring advice from his Uncle Denny.
Or paying off student loans well into retirement.
I first read about this story in the Wahine Section of my local newspaper.
Undercover Zombie!
Did you know that Te'Doh didn't actually graduate from Rutgers?
EXACTLY my sentiments. If I've said it once I've said it every year: Fuck the Oscars. Jaime Foxx also should have been nom'd (hey, Hollywood Reporter lingo!) for Django instead of that Silver Playdate jagoff Ryan Cooper or Bradley Reynolds or whatever.