The Gumper!
The Gumper!
When it comes to basketball, it’s the officiating that killed it for me. The fix is in.
Everybody has an opinion when it comes to carving, Turkey.
The Ghost Of Hull was in the crease.
I’d prefer to see him in a WWI pacifist role where he gets to yell “Wilson!”
He’ll soon find that the ocean waters are surprisingly cold... and deep.
The bigger they come, the harder they... never mind.
That is the saddest-looking pizza I have ever seen.
Islanders’ fans are a bit Bossy.
If they don’t make the playoffs, just load everything up in the dead of night and head to Quebec City. Problem solved.
More like Run Like A Devious Person, amirite?
I hope that this is an isolated incident, and not something that becomes poutine.
The kid and the dad both seem to be weirdly without affect.
Well, at least he didn’t fall onto orchestra practice - being impaled by an oboe would suck.
After all he did for Philly - I think he was shafted.
I think he was quoted as saying that SCTV was not that funny.
I married into an overdone-meat-grilling family. I came from a no-meat-grilling family, so I was well into my forties before I found out that a steak did not have to feel and taste like a hot baseball glove.
Her performance in Flowers is sublime.
The kid’s got everything - agility, smarts, strokes and universal health care.
He’s not a guy who just pops up a few times a game and pads his stats - he does something good every shift. Nice acquisition.