And it’s almost as if the trailer tells the entire movie, with every damn plot beat thrown in.
And it’s almost as if the trailer tells the entire movie, with every damn plot beat thrown in.
My brother-in-law keeps posting naked pics of his topless preschool daughter on FB and I have to keep reminding him about my boss’s situation where pics of his (clothed) daughter were discovered on some pervs computer. Chilling stuff.
Syracuse area native here: I’m still recovering from 3rd degree burns as a result of Mr. Poliquin’s extremely hot take.
My wife, I and another couple briefly formed a band many years ago. We actually played one gig. We never had a name but I did propose one. My name is Peter my wife is Sherrie and our friends were Peter and Diane. I proposed the name: Sher, Two Peters, and Di. They didn’t go for it.
Really? I live in CNY and I’m pretty sure all of NY has a smoke-free indoor rule for everything except private residence.
Snoopy Woodstock Furry Nightmare.
This woman is a Trainwreck.
Great show, or greatest show?
I think J.P.P. gave the Giants the finger.
I live just outside Syracuse NY. Winter goes from mid December to mid April. We sometimes get snow in May.
Best: Fall, though it should be longer.
I thought there was a new Strong Bad. I hate you.
At the NYS Fair they had fried Oreos. It was a crime against Oreos.
My all-time NYS Fair highlight was the dunk tank. There was this ever-taunting, raspy, annoying ass-clown calling out every passerby. I watched as two poor saps tried to dunk him. After they valiantly failed he called me out. I should have known better but he was so damn annoying. I plunked down my dough and gave it…
As a Seahawk fan, I think this pretty much counts as masturbation.
They left off: “...to lose”
A whole week without WYTS? Where will I get my sweet sweet schadenfreude?
We knew this day would come. On the plus side, this team has drafted very well and hopefully will continue to do so. Now if we could find a real receiver...
Glad to see it happen. Hopefully we can make Kam happy.
That, son, is how you do a headline. No hyperbole, no bullshit.