
He don’t have a thing on my boy, John.
He don’t have a thing on my boy, John.
In the end, we’re all slaves to the rhythm.
I’m feeling fat and sassy.
Wait, wait, wait... the real story should be that they still have Zima in Japan.
Thanks a lot; I did as you suggested and now I can’t go back to Aeropostale.
When people complain about politics in games, what they are really complaining about is “Hey why is there anything but my straight, white male worldview in this game? It makes me uncomfortable.”
Sure it did. It showed Richard Spencer and the rest of his nazi buddies that they’re bullshit won’t be accepted without a fight. Remember “make racists afraid again?” What exactly do we want them to be afraid of? Petitions?
I LOLed at this.
There’s hope for a good set for Donny, then. #urineforashow
Still my favorite version of this song:
I worked an event he headlined once- he sang it three times.
The man that pissed himself to get out of being drafted deserves a seat next to Trump. And lots of Gatorade for the following sleepover.
How many times do you guys think Lee Greenwood is going to sing that saccharine piece of shit song of his?
When are we going to start training cops to shut the fuck up and let one officer give the commands? Every time we see a video like this involving more than one or two cops, they’re ALL screaming different, often contradictory commands. It makes it almost impossible to not be “resisting.” Almost as if that’s the point.
R6 Siege is amazing with a good set of headphones. Being able to hear footsteps and sounds from different directions is a huge part of the game.
The real tragedy is the only way the Trumpets will ever realize how wrong they were is when it’s become too late and the missiles are in the air.