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You did better than me, I couldn't get past the pilot episode.

Made it 5 episodes in and haven't felt the need to get back to it. I don't know, I think the luster of the time period and dialogue/accents wore thin on me.

At Nick Denton's wedding, one of the few images I remember vividly is Craggs grinding with his girlfriend up against a mirrored wall, completely shithoused, looking at himself in the mirror (tuxedo-clad, flawless, primal, sweaty) before looking down at her. Up and down, up and down, gyrating, shallow thrusts.

TCU fans have dubbed him "Kenny Plateau"

Swift's tracks are quite impressive also.

Its like getting robbed by a unicorn. A unicorn that sucks at basketball.

Oh you poor naive soul.

This was like the time my parents used a board game box to wrap a bunch of video games in for Xmas.

I'm sorry, are you denying that the Economic Development Corporation is quasi-public? Curt Schilling didn't walk into Wells Fargo and ask for a loan; he went through the state vis-a-vis the EDC after every fucking venture capital firm in Massachusetts laughed him out of their offices.

That would explain how Randy Johnson made it in. He's always been a big lefty.

If there is one group of people that have been consistently, violently, and systemically discriminated against in the US, it's Christian, conservative, wealthy, middle-aged white men. Since Curt can't count himself among this group, he's probably full of shit.

As a Republican, Curt should be less concerned with where his votes are coming from and more concerned with suppressing them.

Of course Curt Schilling isn't gonna listen to a bunch of old geezer sportswriters. Why would he start paying attention to fossils now?

You would think being a Republican would make him not take state-sponsored welfare for his bankrupt video game company.

Leave it to a creationist to start making shit up.

When your arms are as long as your surname, you've got some reach.

Re: new dad, you will definitely get shit and vomit on you, but what I found most surprising is eventually not caring about it getting on me. On ME. I'm still aghast at the idea of shit getting on the carpet or the couch or whatever, but my hand? Whatever, stick my hand under the faucet, problem solved. I actively

The guy in that last letter never clearly establishes that he wasn't doing what he was accused of. How do we know he didn't leave his roommate in the Womb of Time?