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Welcome to our show— hold on, I gotta finish this blowjob.
That picture is misleading to the point of being dishonest. Security guard wasn't putting his hand behind his back, she was leading him away. Watch the video.
The judges also would have accepted "Internet commenter demonstrates ignorance of world sport scene, spends time responding to article he thinks is too trivial to waste time on."
How can you forget 'password'?
If you ever start a sentence with "I know I'm going to come across as a dick," you should probably log off instead of completing the sentence.
Even more fucked up is I had to sit there till 5 am talking to the cops and drinking cokes with a bunch of grumpy strippers.
You are forgetting the most important advice. If you aren't good, at least play fast. Not a joke. I've played with some great golfers and I'm not so good. But if you keep it going and are on the green at the same time as everybody else, everybody is happy when you say "7" instead of "4" - nobody wants to watch a scrub…
Snow tires will help save you money by A) alternating between summer/winter tires, thus extending the life of your summer tires and B) potentially save you from an accident in the winter and paying for repair bills. I SWEAR by my snow-tires. Even cheapies are infinitely better than your summers or all-seasons. Being…
You ignore Rule #1 just like so many others...
What I'm rooting for: the Patriots win, in overtime, due to an egregious bad call. 75% of the pundits and 99% of the talk show callers will have a stroke, thus cleaning up the airways and the internet to no end.
That Seattle-based beat writers have grown to love Marshawn, despite his reticence to talk to them and despite having jobs far more reliant on Seattle players' quotes than your normal sportswriter, says volumes.
They have to change the red ones behind their own net every other night.
This is awesome. There isn't a more useless group of professionals than sports journalists. All the power to him for pointing out, maybe inadvertently, the absurdly stupid corporate theater that is modern sports.
After "oh yeah," the undercover officer gave the signal for the arrest team to move in and arrest Anthony.
Knight's coordinating supervisor, Ken, added, "yeah, he was that fucking guy... that fucking guy who wouldn't stop asking me what the damn frequency is..."