Hey, I liked “Batdance!”
Hey, I liked “Batdance!”
Oh, hell nyet.
Just a few things....
Come on now, what about the opportunity to screw Dallas out a chance to draft Ezekiel Elliot?
Was he ever?
I attribute my massive unpopularity among potential holders as the reason it took me until after my sophomore year in college to blaze.
I saw a werewolf drinking a piña colada at Trader Vic’s. And his hair was PERFECT.
What a pity chewing tobacco doesn’t give you finger cancer as well.
I’ve thought about this too. I’ve witnessed relatives dying slow deaths (albeit over weeks and months, not years), and I can’t imagine putting my wife and young children through that experience.
The lesson here is: When a stadium event promises “free drinks for all who attend,” read the fine print.
Doesn't everything?
I will say my initial reaction cooled down a bit. The fight scenes do kick ass. My three-weeks-removed rating: B-.
That kid looks pissed. Like me-walking-out-of-”Batman v Superman”-pissed.
“Quickly, we don’t have much time! Berry Gordy is down to his last dragon!”
...he would show up at this gym at 7:00 in the morning, and said, “I couldn’t beat him there.” In other words, Sandoval was already there when he showed up, every time...
Would Kobe’s performance be equal to or greater than Ted Williams hitting a home run in his last at-bat? Jeter’s walk-off home run?
Do you mean to tell me that even in a year the pre-Hinkie Sixers made it back to the Finals, it was still a disaster?
The lesson, as always: I love Shannon Sharpe.
Get a room, you two!