Wild_Horse_of_the_Osage
Wild_Horse_of_the_Osage
Wild_Horse_of_the_Osage

@David Matthews: Dude, the only thing J-No has in mind is a top to bottom cleanup of her apartment. You do windows, right?

Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair.

These women must have been their mules and thought the cash was a delivery fee for the 20 kilos of coke hidden in their "bum bags".

The assignments are kept private "for security reasons," according to Cathy Davis, MLB specialist in umpire administration.

General George "Slow Trot" Thomas will be happy to relinquish his nickname at this time.

David St. Hubbins with an armadillo in his trousers

...our American cousins should make the Last 16.

This picture was taken on the set of "Baby Got Back Volume 137"

Young people, this is what happens when you run around with your pants halfway down your ass.

You know who never answers his phone? Leitch. Not once has that man ever picked up his cell phone on the first ring.

"This is sure enough a bizarre sight in the middle of all this shit! "

@David Hume: Stop using Ludwig van like that!

@shmendo: He was just trying to make the papers, make the papers.

Style that only the proud owner of a ZIL, GAZ, VAZ, ZAZ, UAZ, or LuAZ could love. Whoops - can't forget the AZLK lovers too.

I had a roommate that had one of these - he rarely drove very far on a weekly basis, and most if not all his driving was done in the small town where we went to college. He spent $2-3 per week on gas with his beloved Metro. He'd still have it now but for the fact that it gave its life to save his and his future

Certainly stealing signs is part of the game, as the '51 Giants can attest. Another part of the game is when the opposing pitcher puts his next fastball right in the ear of the next Phillie masher that comes up to bat. Stealing signs is for punks, and as Jimmie Rollins said, "In Philly, can't be no punk."

I propose that we also have magnetic shoulderpads, thighpads, belt, gloves, whatever so that when we fall over when on the magnetic hoverboard we come to a sudden stop before we hit the ground, merely floating inches from the ground. You know what that means - drunken magnetic hoverboarding without massive injury.