Rod Rosenstein is Trump’s Emmanuel Goldstein.
Rod Rosenstein is Trump’s Emmanuel Goldstein.
“That” Guy: It’s funny. You know, your, uh... your story, it’s funny. You’re a funny guy.
Yeah like how hard would it be to find a VW mechanic in Mexico of all places.
My Mom drove this Jag and I learned some of my earliest 16yr old driving skills on this. My Dad bought it as our second car, his was a work Dodge station wagon. The Jag was 3.4L in-line 6, auto trans, dual SU carbs and Thrush dual exhaust! Walnut dash and trim, red leather seats. After my Dad spent a few weeks…
As long as I get invited to the cook out( I got brown liquor in the trunk) Michael
Little Marco is going to need to find a new Clint. That is if he even knows how to find the Clint
Moral indignation is a technique used to endow the idiot with dignity.
The incedent probably exacerbated her penis allergy
I took a driving lesson from a driving school the weekend before my test. The instructor asked which office I was taking my test out of and we drove all around the area near that office for the lessons. It did help some when I actually took the test. Kind of like a reconnaissance.
Cops are now saying it was marine signal flares. They put out a lot of smoke but no explosion.
As astronauts wait years for a mission to be scrubbed is a big deal. Besides taking one’s self off a mission there are three reasons you could be pulled.
Winston Churchill goes into the men’s room in parliament. He sees a Labour Party MP at the urnials and tales a place at the far end of the row. “Feeling standoffish today Winston?” the MP asks. “No” says Churchill, “It’s just that every time you see something big you want to nationalize it”
Hips or Lips? LOL
BS. Bullitt is a great movie. It is a realistic portrayal of a 60's police procedural. More akin to a Dragnet episode. Ok so it’s not for everyone but I bet you Bullitt haters probably hate Michael Mann’s Heat too.
You’re already dead
Old Soviet joke; What do you do in case of nuclear attack? Wrap yourself in a sheet and walk slowly to the cemetary. Why slowly? So as not to cause a panic.
I learned to swim at the YMCA. Back in those days you were not allowed to wear a bathing suit. All us little boys swam naked under the watchful eye of older men hanging out at the running track that ran around the pool like a circular balcony. I don’t know when the mandatory naked swimming ended but that was the…
An uncle of mine called the cops in the middle of the night, a burglar was breaking in. As soon as he got off the phone he realized it was a dream. The cops showed up, checked to make sure everything was OK, my uncle apologized for wasting their time. “What did you have for dinner” they asked. “Pizza” was the reply.…