This column gives me life.
This column gives me life.
Seriously, right? This was her moment. HER MOMENT. What an asshole.
A spelling bee!
I agree, and he probably would have exploded before now. Like, isn’t this his third or fourth FF movie? I’ve read a lot about Diesel being a nerd king and a bit out there, but not that a single buttock is made of candy.
I thought I could make it to the finish, but the Hillary’s voice thing just made me realize that I really didn’t have to read all this shit from an old white guy who has no idea what’s really happening in the real world.
Mr Eastwood can’t follow his own advice: A man’s gotta know his limitations.
Are you at Comic-con? I mean, the *real*one in San Diego?
IS ANYONE SURPRISED??
Honor MURDER.
*fist bump* Also speaking as a refugee/survivor of an evangelical, Pentecostal, tongue-talking family, this is not the phrase that stood out to me at all. I’ve seen marriages rife with the husband’s micromanagement, from the dinner menu to what channels on the TV are allowed. And the women are trained to submit! It…
Well. She’s put a lot of thought into this baloney.
I preferred when they wrote all the “man eats own foot” headlines, and the news of the utterly, unbelievably bizarre stuff that I sneakily read when I was a kid, lo these many years ago. Hollywood scandal is fine— been there since Hedda Hopper — but it’s so repetitive and puritanical and boring.
I’m just relieved *someone* said something. Page-down, page-down, page-down, like, a dozen times before I got past the puppy mill outrage to a single comment about those poor kids.
Looks like Mr. Burke beat them to it. As if this little tidbit of his high school past means a damn thing.
Indian burial ground desecration is probably the best answer I’ve heard for the problems I’ve had with Windows, lo these many years. That, and not setting my CPU parallel with the bathtub.
I wish I could come up with a pithy, hilarious way to say it, but his is the face of the smarmy “born-again” televangelist whose manifest destiny includes hookers, sleazy motels, and 10-million-dollar jets for Jesus (cf. Jim Bakker, Kenneth Copeland, et al.). Having escaped from that hell on earth, his face in front…
Eight years ago, I kept my TV on MSNBC. Today, I don’t watch it at all. It used to meet my needs, and now it doesn’t. Case closed.
As your fellow Mississippian, I agree with everything you said. The good ol’ boy, redneck, recidivist circus that runs this legislature is a national embarrassment, and this last bit of shit-stirring joins the previous bits of shit-stirring beyond the pale.
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