If you think this is good, you should see your own video of Biebs like TORCHING motherfuckers.
If you think this is good, you should see your own video of Biebs like TORCHING motherfuckers.
They made a few off hand references to Scully being right a lot off screen. Mulder would jump at every Bigfoot sighting and UFO tale he found, and Scully took it upon herself to remind him that, just because aliens exist, doesn't mean the Alzheimer's patient he found online was actually abducted by them. Those cases…
LeBron turns 30 next week.
I can safely say he'd beat me one-on-one.
While Lebron Jr. does a pretty darn good impression of his daddy — from the one-man fastbreaks to the crab-dribbling and-ones — I was more impressed by the kids in white doing a better impression of James Harden on defense.
It's certainly dumb to try and project an nine-year-old's NBA prospects
Seriously, for a guy who is wrong 80% of the time, he's pretty damn full of himself.
Olivia Pope could fit here, too. They balance her character with showing her vulnerability towards her love interest.
This is why I say Columbo is the best TV detective ever. His criminals were often the best and the brightest (captains of industry, doctors, lawyers, scientists, etc). They always though Columbo, a simple city detective, was too dumb to figure out they committed the crime. They always overestimated their chances and…
I saw her character as being Clumbo-esque in that regard. Seemingly plain, and easy to be dismissive of, which just ends up making her even more of a threat to the bad guys.
A great "Smartest Guy In the Room" character that doesn't fall into the tired old trope is Frances McDormand's character in Fargo. She goes to a crime scene, immediately gets the details exactly right, and tracks down the criminals. The catch is, being smart doesn't solve everything. Some of what she does is…
A true Jets fan keeps on fighting, even when the chips are down.
"Looks fine to me"
Comcast will be there between 8:00am and 6:00pm.
Better version:
After the last reporter left and the room grew silent, Lynch sat down in his locker and shed a single tear, sighing, "No one ever asks about my heart."
For reference, here's the one vs. the Saints. There's no way last night's was better.
Greased Mode.