Ornette Colman was next level before there was a term next level. HE WAS THE REASON WHY WE NEEDED THE TERM IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Ornette Colman was next level before there was a term next level. HE WAS THE REASON WHY WE NEEDED THE TERM IN THE FIRST PLACE.
Don’t get eliminated!!!
Wait, what? When did this happen?
If you want a good white stout, seek out Cigar City milkmaid, if you ever have the chance.
Not exactly nothing. It counts towards the FIFA world rankings, which means that in theory, if we are successful enough in friendlies and in regional CONCACAF competitions, we could be ranked high enough to be a seeded team in a future World Cup and avoid being grouped with any of the other top 8 teams in the world.
If history has taught us anything, Korea probably.
Where are all you Klinsy haters? Since he’s been with us we won our first game ever in Europe against Italy, our first win against Mexico at Mexico, The Dutch and Germany twice. Come on in and eat yur crow.
If anyone wants to hire me to kick them my rates are quite reasonable.
Sounds to be me like you need to work on those anger issues. Slamming hood, kicking car, impulsively selling, drinking a lot. I’m worried about you, man.
“I would like to buy your [insert $25,000 car here]. I have great credit - like a 459 - and I make good money - $900/mo on disability and $3000 on the side for which I get paid cash and have no proof of. I also have a suspended license, so you’ll have to put it in my girl’s name, but she don’t work, and the insurance…
F*cking Mustard Tiger
Blessing in disguise, my friend.
Bronx tale: - It cost you $20 to get rid of a bad person. It’s a fucking bargain
It was arguably the biggest moment in the history of American women’s sports, and the single most memorable and…
Chuck Blazer Admits Taking Yearly Bribes Of Cookies And Milk From Hopeful Children The World Over
DESERT? It’s the Bayou City. Capital of the 3rd Coast. Where we ride deep on 24’s and still keep a tight fade. Home of the drop top stadiums. Land of Syrup. Where trunks pop and tops drop. Tippin on 44’s wrapped in fo’ vogues, switchin lanes, drippin stains, dashes all covered in wood grains.
I’ll take it. I’m no head-up-my-ass grad school elitist, i’m just a guy who tells stories about beer. take it or leave it, that’s what’s on offer.
You did not at all have to! You have free will that would have allowed you to jump ship at any time. Or you could have read the fuckin’ label on the big picture at the top of the post. Couple different options there, captain.