OchentaYcinco
OchentaYcinco
OchentaYcinco

I've gotta say I'm amazed at how many people in the comments have firsthand experience with this, seeing as how I've never heard of it until now.

This fucking ruled. I remember being 12 or 13 and this coming on one of the Philly stations at like 1 a.m. on a Saturday, and for a kid raised on Hulk Hogan and Bret Hart, this shit blew my mind.

@Cheesasaurus: I was a bigger fan of the original. Jacking 575-foot home runs with pre-time travel Darren Daulton was a big part of my childhood.

@Lionel Osbourne: And this officially marks the last of the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant ringers to retire... I'm old.

@Lionel Osbourne: Dude needs a hug. If he had functioning lungs I think Leyland would've dropped him on the field afterward.

His career was amazing, but we'll always have that one question...

@MopUpReliever: I live in the South Side. Everyone was right on about East Carson Street for the bars if you're going to be out at night. Parking sucks after about 8:00 on a weekend night, so beware. The midget is only at Casey's on Mondays and Saturdays. Hofbrauhaus is fun but I'd only recommend it for groups.

NOTE: One of the great standard movie deaths is a villain being sucked into a jet engine or turbine or some kind of giant fan that acts as a human Cuisinart.

Instead, I pocketed the money and had my brother in law snap a picture of me. You can find that photo by doing a simple Google search.

Brody also shows that the well-known phonetic irregularities of, e.g., Daffy Duck and Sylvester are quite analogous to those of ancestral characters in a variety of native cosmologies.

@Fuzzy Dunlop: I wish it would've been like last year's when people started unironically quoting poems and song lyrics about goodbyes. That shit was a hoot.

"Kumar, what kind of name is that? What's it got, like five Os and two Us or something?"

@FavreFAIL: By "all hell has broken loose," did you mean this or Longoria's dick?

Look, fellow Original Commenter Purge class of '09! Someone else's turn to get indignant over a decision by the editor of a sports blog only to feel really stupid a year later when you realize it hasn't really affected your life in any meaningful way!

Let's just say AJ made some promises upon which he did not deliver.

That second ball was actually signed by Jose Mesa and Earnest Byner.

If the way to neutralize the zone is to shoot over it, and shoot over it well, there's only one logical way for this to end: More white guys in the NBA.