“When the Going Gets Tough, the Tough Get Going” is the greatest music video of the entire 80s. I don’t care what anyone says. If anyone asks you what the 80s was like, you just pull up this video.

I am concerned Steve doesn’t know the difference between Denver and ‘one of the Dakotas.’

Is it wrong that I wish I’d found it for that price and would have kept it for the rest of my life, only pulling it out as a conversation starter? Heck, I’d even go as high as $5.

MARK IT ZERO, DUDE

There’s a pretty famous bible named after him, what’d you expect?

That prank shit on Ellen is rude and reveals something about her character. I also always picture a roomful of interns on her show obsessively checking the interwebs (12 hour shifts), trying to find the next cutest thing ever. She’s a cute stalker.

My takeaway was Olivia Munn is trying very hard to make Olivia Munn happen. I appreciate the hustle.

Being omnipresent, he’s on the wrong side of the foul line anyway.

Could God bowl a split so difficult even he couldn’t manage to score a spare?

Ummm, no. Just trying to point out that she does have ties to that cult. She may not be an active member, but she was in at some point. You never know how many replies any person may read, so I try and cover the bases. Sorry if you think its spam.

Right. I agree with you. She more than dabbled. She might be out now, but it wasn’t meditating at a Buddhist Temple on a random trip to Nepal. She was in that shit for a while and gave them $$ we could only ever hope to earn.

From that article:

Taking on a different gossip in this comment- but somehow I’m upset about bilson and Christensen? I saw him once in Houston and 2nd and it took me at least two blocks to figure out who had just smirked at me. He was at the height of his fame, too - which isn’t saying much. Kind of forgot they were an item, now kind of…

Not only does Leah Remini have no reason to lie about this but Will and Jada literally had a Scientology based school. You don’t do that if you’re just dabbling.

My FIL had one. Not sure if it’s still buried in the basement somewhere. I don’t think he ever got to play it; even my board-game-loving husband who will happily play a 12-hour game of Twilight Imperium noped out of playing this one.

After the first sentence, and learning that a pile of cardboard had been acquired for less than $2, I expected the bottle of Ronsonol to come into play and illuminate the rest of the story. It did not.

But when you win, and Death changes the rules to 2-outa-3, you’ll wish you had just gone quietly in the first place.

It’s a win-win-win-win. You have a chance to play it through, you have the chance of winning, you have the chance of killing 8 other random people, and you have the chance of never finding 8 other people to play with.

Well, I found my new answer to the question: “Death challenges you to a game for your soul. What do you pick?”

I had a copy of this a couple of years back. I found it during one of my thrift store visits for $1.91 complete. Being a WWII buff and lusting over these games when I was in HS in the late 70s I bought it.