I guess he’ll never be friends with urabutln.
I guess he’ll never be friends with urabutln.
Oh, no! To be forever denied the honor, the privilege, of basking in the glory of your superior intellect! How ever shall I go on?
Absolute shit-show. ST is one of my favorite Heinlein books, and even tho it smacked hard of jingoism and military elitist horseshit, the movie was a joke.
Should have mentioned that was 3+ years ago when we were there, and 2 weeks ago when I found out they closed.
So that’s what happened. I’d taken my kid there for his 14th to race the karts, and thought it’d be fun to go back. I learned they shut down, but no reason why.
that’s... not a comfortable way to hide a whole dick and both balls
I hated this shitstain fuckhole before he got “elected.” I hate him even more, now.
Gee, if only there was a Good Guy with a gun there. S/he could have stopped that desperado before he killed anyone.
If his insurance does cover it, it’ll be the last thing it covers.
I worked at Upchuck Cheese/Showbiz when I was 16, ‘wayyyyyy back in ‘81. Those things were awful to maintain, and the control systems were a nightmare. Noisy as hell, too, which was why the music was always so damn loud.
I’m hoping for the best, as Animaniacs is tied with Freakazoid as my all-time favorite cartoon.
My Solara only takes 10 seconds.
Meh, whatever. Ladies Night at the Drafthouse sounds pretty great. Pretty sure my gf wouldn’t be interested in it, but I wouldn’t have a problem with her going. But then, we’ve already got tix at the Drafthouse.
heheheheh. A day in the life of Mike Pence:
Why do you keep getting bird shit on your pecker?
I don’t know where he gets the impression anyone at Jalopnik can drive well.
These snake-oil salesmen are pure cunts. Additionally, anything endorsed by the Queen of Snake-oil, Oprah, and most especially by the Reigning Monarch of the Snake-oil Universe, Paltrow, should be considered completely devoid of value and rejected as pure shit.
Pretty sure I know where the idea came from
I bought an ‘88, shiny-new (the last new car I ever bought). 2WD, 22R 4-banger, 5-speed standard. Drove it in Houston for years, even as a courier. Nothing like strapping a too-tall, 700lb+ piece of stupid-expensive scientific equipment and getting it 20 miles away during rush-hour. Or oxy/acetylene tanks. Or…
God dammit, I love/hate this version. Because when that stunning “language teacher,” your cielito lindo, turns out to be a heartless, backstabbing víbora, una perra venenosa y una bruja.