This is what I worry about. My six year old daughter is rough-and-tumble, loves camping, is fearless. In our area, Girl Scout troops are doing sewing circles, making crafts, and (endlessly) selling cookies. The Boy Scouts are camping, exploring, swimming, spending two weeks learning to crew a sailboat …
“My karma ran over your dogma.”
I’m a male. I was raised Catholic. And even I have to admit that you don’t exactly have to turn it upside down and shake it to find the wickedness hiding in the concept, “good Catholic male”.
That didn’t Dawn on me.
I’d guess this can’t happen. The front- and side curtain-airbags need structure to form against. Turning that into an opening – or worse, a protrusion – is a risk no one would take.
Kodos? Is that you?
Pride of the Yank Ease.
He sings “Smelly Cat”.
Give a man a fish and he eats for a day. Give a man a bike and he hits a fish with it.
She shouldn’t be too sad about the wet suit. She was going to need a new one to hold those enormous balls she apparently has.
I don’t want to fight you, because you’re just shy of 100% right. But I want to say that, as another big baseball fan, the current game of “Homer, Strikeout, or Walk” is not interesting to me. I find myself mentally tuning out of games. There’s nothing going on that I can’t get from the box score. This makes me sad.
Good god that’s savage. You earned the star.
He’s not wrong.
YouTube has you covered, my dude.
I have no idea if I’m right, but I took this as Disney subverting the criticism that they’re formulaic about things like adorable sidekicks. You naturally assume the cute, marketable Pua is going on the journey – he even goes on the prototype voyage – whereas the ugly, brainless Hei Hei seems to appear only for a…