I lurve him.
I lurve him.
Behold: it is I, in man form.
My four word endorsement: young, naked Rupert Graves. (Not that older, clad silverfoxdaddy Rupert Graves is anything to sneeze at. I am incapable of watching him in Sherlock without blurting out “FUCK, JUST TAKE ME”, which my partner greatly appreciates, I’m sure.)
Hazel, you are doing the lord’s work. This is a top-notch selection.
finally, some good news for a change.
These stories never end. It’s like as soon as Diana wraps up some excellent reporting on one sports assault/abuse case or trial, another one pops up to take up another couple months of in depth reporting. It must be exhausting.
This speech is the real reason T.O. didn’t show up.
Let’s not jump too far overboard here. He’s BEEN coaching in a country that sees sex assault as a good quality in a president, after all.
Reasons to hate Art Briles:
Of course he’s coaching in Florence. That’s Dante’s hometown! He’s gotta bone up on the circles before he goes to hell. Forewarned is forearmed and all that.
I swear to god, this is probably the whitest GIF I’ve ever laid eyes upon.
This article was easily worth the $250.
I’m proud of you Drew.
I understand what you mean when you say you couldn’t screw up a piece of meat this good.
It doesn’t matter what his reason for staying is. Maybe he just likes the parking spot that he has at the stadium. Whatever his reason, he doesn’t feel like uprooting his life in August to accomodate the Orioles when he is going to be a free agent in 2 months.
Okay, fine. I’ll finally admit that he’s the best Adam Jones in professional sports.
Maybe, just maybe, systemic harassment and violence against women isn’t a “he-said, she-said argument”.
Chatham is distractingly beautiful.