Maybe I’m just lucky, but I have literally never heard anyone ever call it that.
Maybe I’m just lucky, but I have literally never heard anyone ever call it that.
Yeah, when the game began, it was entirely a running game. The forward pass wasn’t “invented” until 1906. Or at least, that was when it was finally allowed.
My mom grew up in the UP. When people would hear she was from Michigan, they’d hold out their hand and say “Where?”
Mmm, babies, the veal of cannibalism. They’re marbled to perfection.
I agree with you on celery (begone vile weed!), eggplant, and artichokes. Some of my favorite young kid food memories are peeling artichoke leaves, dipping the edge in butter, scraping the “meat” off with my teeth and tossing the rest of the leaf. It was a lot of work for little to no food, but it was fun, dammit!
Rye and wheat should be at the bottom, hanging around with Pumpernickel. Call me crass, but white bread should be nearer the top. Sub bread (especially the clinically habit-inducing bread from Subway) at 1, then white bread and/or Pita, then sourdough. Everything else can just leave.
Yeah, I’m generally pretty laissez-faire when it comes to cleanliness. I’ll clean, but not as frequently as, say my wife, would like. But damn, that’s over the top, even for me.
I’m also a Packers fan, and I’ve been saying for years that once Jay retires, we should induct him into the Packers HOF as a contributor. :-)
I’d either stay in a lane that it didn’t straddle, or take a different route. I’m sure I could get by...or I’d ride the damn thing and wait for the fireworks.
Could you imagine getting stuck under the bus, due to other cars in front of and behind you, and you’re forced to follow the bus route completely out of your way? I wouldn’t be driving under it.
More importantly...what if it wants turn while it’s passing over you?
We don’t actually know that. He could have had issues with his car every day, but this time it just happened to be a lot worse.
That was my thought as well...and you even have an excuse for the wife/husband. “Sorry Dear, I can’t mow the lawn/go to the store/go to your third cousin’s outdoor wedding in August. I can’t risk the ostrich, and this gets us a million dollars, so deal with it.”
Another slightly morbid fact: He’s dead, what more does he have to lose?
I’m 33, so I took Driver’s Ed about 16 years ago. We were not told to use a parking brake on an automatic transmission, unless it was a steep incline. When I took my driver’s test, I never even touched it, never got dinged. It is no longer taught, nor is it tested on, so very few people do it. (I don’t, and I’ve never…
Awesome. I can now vote for Hillary with a fully clear conscience because I’m voting for the person who is actually closest to me in policy and my ideals.
We get these calls, and the voice is always foreign-sounding, maybe Indian? And my wife likes to play with them, such as asking them for her name and other things they should know if they were really calling us specifically. They never know it.
The answers are, in my opinion, fairly obvious.
The obvious name is Las Vegas Strips...it both references the only part of Vegas most people are familiar with, as well as reinforcing the idea that Vegas is an adult wonderland (until you look closely)
If he was, indeed, watching a DVD while driving, then he was grossly negligent. But again, this isn’t much different from the way people drive now. They text, they eat, they read, they watch videos, etc. If someone is going to be driving distracted, I’d rather the car have some form of AI to keep an eye out, even if…