You know, I giddily await the Bears when Drew does WYTS. Now he does fashion? I think I love you even more, Magary. My inner sports fan and my inner girl have never felt so satisfied.
You know, I giddily await the Bears when Drew does WYTS. Now he does fashion? I think I love you even more, Magary. My inner sports fan and my inner girl have never felt so satisfied.
I’m wondering if this is one of those cases of nature vs nurture. I’m sure he’s just a bad seed who has always been a bad seed and no amount of love (of the spiritual, romantic, platonic, or familial) could redeem this jagoff.
I mean, lots of people do 12 hr shifts. But after trying her keys and not being able to get in, shouldn’t that have been a clue? If I honestly though that I couldn’t get my door open, wouldn’t the next call have been to the super or building maintenance or something rather than to knock on the door until someone…
Something is rotten as hell about this whole scenario.
Wait wait wait... when I was a kid back in the stone ages (read: the 1980s) we went to the AME church at like 9 am. We were out by 11 am. Maybe this 2:30 thing is a Baptist thing? Then we stopped going because we realized we were godless heathens. The end.
I’m not a dude. And you have no idea if I have a baby trying to sleep or what goes on in my life.
We have ice cream trucks in my neighborhood here in Chicago (I’m not sure they are Mister Softee though). Sometimes that guy just parks his ass right outside my condo for 10, 15 minutes at a time. It. Is. Maddening. I’m not one to call 911, but I might go outside and ask him to turn down his music.
Inspo is inspo! It took me months to be able to get my body into Frog pose to even attempt Crow. I’m not a tiny, lithe yogi, and my arms are still pretty weak compared to my lower body. You can tape up her pic and Michelle Obama’s pic and call it the gunshow hall of fame!
This needs more stars.
I cannot trust the judgement of a man who eats ketchup on pasta. I know five year olds with more refined palates than that.
No. No. No. No. Just.. No.
I bet it involves push ups or TRX Rows or Krav Maga or Crow pose in yoga or something hard. I hate push ups and I tip over in Crow.
Janet is aging in reverse. IN REVERSE!
I like Geralt. I like Henry Cavil. But Imma need to see Clark Kent in a white wig, covered in scars and in leather armor to make a proper assessment.
This hat is the fashion equivalent of Olenna Tyrell telling Jaime Lannister that she killed Joffrey.
I do believe you need to continue the quest line with the anomaly with Specialist Polo to get the Atlas Pass V2 and 3. But correct me if I’m wrong. I think before you just randomly got at a manufacturing facility, but I’m old and my memory of the game back in 2016 is tenuous at best! I don’t have the V2 yet, but I’m…
I still love this game. The setting. The cats. I love that Bayek is still human even after the death of his son. There is nothing I dislike about this game. Maybe that I played it three times to completion and there is no more DLC for it. I could totally play it again too.
I cannot stop giggling at “a trash bag filled with racism and white mediocrity”. You are killing me today, Harriot.
My husband said I had sports rage. Then I stopped watching the Bears two years ago. I’ve never been happier. If ever I was going to knife someone in the eye, it would have been over some petty ass Chicago Bears shit.
Every time you write DIGGS in all caps in this article I snap to attention because that’s my honest to god given last name (the one I was born with and kept, not one I married into. MrMojito’s last name is horrible).