In that particular instance, with the usually dimwitted bonehead of a deputy banged up and not thinking up to his usually moronic levels, that lack of subtlety was probably warranted.
In that particular instance, with the usually dimwitted bonehead of a deputy banged up and not thinking up to his usually moronic levels, that lack of subtlety was probably warranted.
Did I not mention that the tree had already burned as part of the same fire and I used its charred remains for the ladder? I'm sorry, that must have been when Ahmadinejad was being a pain in the ass. Even so, I've punched myself in the colon for you.
Could you guys please keep it down? I'm on my iPhone trying to talk Ahmadinejad out of nukes, cure cancer with my remote research lab app, and I've got two babies in the other hand as I descend a ladder I made out of a tree to rescue kids from a burning orphanage.
I think if Jimmy's gonna go after Manny, he's got to send Richard with a scope. Manny's too good working in close.
It was tough to type, but it had to be done.
No grapes, no nuts, what's the deal?
He was done when he said that screwing over his people was a risk he was willing to take. Them's suicidal words.
Now if it had been cereal, I wouldn't have believed it, as I understand during the great cereal famine you couldn't get a bowl anywhere.
They call 'em biscuit jars over there.
Those screams definitely went up to 11.
The first track, "Chicago," is a stunner and really hit me in the gut as I'm currently reading Isabel Wilkerson's "The Warmth of Other Suns: The Story of America's Great Migration," and that song seems written from the perspective of one of those million characters fleeing the Jim Crow South in the 1920s, 30s, or 40s…
It's also on YouTube. Not sure how long it'll stay but at least two or three people have uploaded every song.
Except Tom Waits chews up the scraps of that music, adds kerosene, shredded old roadside tires, whiskey, last night's ashtray, and a bag of rusty nails, and spits it back out in a glorious fashion that simultaneously does justice to his myriad influences and creates something entirely new.
Did you eat turkey?
Tecmo Bowl:
You don't need charisma when you can do this…
This is my preference…
Only the greatest player of all-time. He was like a real-life version of Tecmo Bowl.
Jimmy and misunderstandings…kinda clash.