Somewhere that Piggy Poop balls pig is.... no wait, he’s probably bacon.
Somewhere that Piggy Poop balls pig is.... no wait, he’s probably bacon.
+1 middle aged alcoholic
This is a country that’s Mardi Gras celebration features the usual massive amount of drinking, but also a wonderful event where a bunch of guys line up on opposite sides of a field and then just run at each other and beat the living shit out of anything that moves. So, they were already a leg up on the world.
His thumbs might be tasty, they’ll think about them eventually.
I’m not jealous about much regarding the Mets, but their commentary keeps me entertained.
Interesting. I assume there is something with the proxmity damage hitting the mob without need for any kind of targeting? Does it have diminishing returns? Just relying on a large # of people nuking a spawn point and then even 1+1+1 eventually adds up?
*renderd into speaking gibberish by that 3rd highlight block of him running the court*
Did the Wizards somehow end up looking like winners for trading a low value 1st rounder and beans to the Nets for real potential bench help?
HAWT
Down 14-0 the home team finally scores a TD, the fans rush the field. WTF sport is this?
He learned from the best.
This person was way to prescient.
“Enjoy your evening” That’s a bizarre way for the interviewee to end a segment.
Pssst. Trojans were Greek not Roman.
Grant Tory and Kari have a new-ish series on Netflix called White Rabbit Project. One of the episodes focused on G forces and they talked a lot about the John Stapp experiments. That final run sounds insane, his eyes were bleeding internally from the force, but after a few days apparently he was back to normal.
Ahem. The country would be just as justified in saying “Fuck the Jets” in any situation based on their ownership currently living as a barnacle on the underside of Trump’s balls.
Apparently so did the Pat’s offense.