That makes sense, although he was a serial adulterer that kept a diary about his exploits—I still can't get the math to work out for me on that one.
That makes sense, although he was a serial adulterer that kept a diary about his exploits—I still can't get the math to work out for me on that one.
I had the same thought—one would think he would have at least kept it instead of burning it.
Well, he looks like one.
All seems like a harmless tribute to Stan to me. Keep in mind, as far as I know, the Cards' clubhouse is fairly religious. Not being religious myself (well, except for about the Cardinals), I can find no way to have a problem with this. Francis, she needs to lighten up.
If I were his wife, I'd be pissed.
Yeah, not to get all pro-terrorist in here, but any time someone in power calls someone else a terrorist, you've really got to examine things and make a call yourself. The word has been thrown around too carelessly, and it's meaning is somewhat diminished.
Boy, the poster art for the Anal Sadism shows is hard to look at.
I haven't gotten to a Major League game in 3 years...I believe the intent of this series is to anger me. Although, I guess it gets to Ley, too. Nice work!
Thank you all so much—I really have learned something today. Unexpectedly.
Okay, that does make me feel better. Are they a new thing, or is it something that's been around and just fell out of popularity? I really can't Google this at work.
No worries—luckily, I still (so far) have a nice, thick head of hair. My time's comin', though...
As another huge fan of the book, I've decided that I'm just going to have to treat this as a movie that happens to share a title with this book I love.
Well. As a guy on Jezebel, I am often learning about new things. The menstrual cup certainly falls into that category. I'm gonna go be happy about how I don't have to personally deal with this now.
Well, okay, but stop calling me Shirley!
Hey, I'm a guy, so watch that Missy stuff!
And it seems like he thought everyone would be all, "Hey, he's right! What a smart and articulate gentleman!"
See? Win-win.
The obvious solution: head shavings for all students every Monday.
You must find a way to inform them that the book and the movie basically only share a name: the book is where it's at.
I've read the book, and I've decided that I'll have to treat the movie as an entirely separate thing that has little or nothing to do with the book.