They are all huxsters.

The Mediterranean to London trip in a day took me out for a few moments as well. The fist bashing I took as her continuing discovery that she was much more than an Amazon, but a God. The rest went by so quickly it didn’t slow me down.

There are plenty of plot holes that, the more I think about them, the more they fall apart...

I just got back from watching the movie. I loved it, and I’m not a huge comics-to-movie afficionado. I enjoy some super hero movies, but most are just to formulaic and seem to rely on back story elements from the comics that regular viewers don’t know about.

Just so you all know, you have about a five-year window (that you’re already a year or two into) to make any kind of cash flipping these games. Nostalgia hits people in their 40s, but then wains and falls off sharply by the end of their fifties.

Sorry you didn’t make it. But a local Seattle attraction, the clown who goes by the name/act Puddles Pity Party, evidently rocked it tonight:

We have the diplomatic handshake purely so male world leaders don’t have to whip out their dicks and do a measuring contest. Even among mere mortal men (say, at work) the handshake becomes this pseudo-dominance maneuver more often than not.

Of course. Tiger had the World in his grasp and then, boom, it was all gone.

Even our supermen* are mere mortals.

I bet the GOP candidate wins by a larger margin because of the assault. This is Trump country we’re talking about.

You have the words turned around. It’s not about non-consensual sharing. It’s about willful sharing of photos taken without consent.

Look, you said a stupid thing. Don’t try to defend it by parsing the words narrowly in your favor. You and everyone else knows what kind of photos the article is addressing.

Be ause you are implying that the women are consenting to these photos, as if they were sexting with lovers. These photos were taken without the women’s knowledge, while they were changing or showering.

Clinton/Patterson’s book isn’t a thriller. It’s a feel-good summer read. It’s announced that President Trump has gone missing and everyone sort of smiles and goes back to what they were doing. No one bothers to look for him. The twist at the end is that Trump was hiding in an unstairs closet the whole time, and now…

This is what Bust looks like. This is what a vote for Jill Stein, or Johnson, or even a write-in for Bernie or your mom looks like. Thanks, alt-left America. You sure showed us!

I’m still amazed Priebus/Bannon et al don’t have an in-house video crew to produce one-minute (or less) snippets on the day’s issues for Trump that he can watch on a TV while eating his egg McMuffin. Nice, short soundbites, Fox/CNN style crawls, pretty blonde anchor girls. They can follow up with a one-page…

For me, inconsistent capitalization, punctuation and parallel consteuction of bullets drives me crazy. But I learned a long time ago that nobody else cares, or even notices.

It takes money to get listened to, period. Even Bernie needs money. It all come down to who gives you the money. Personally, I don’t like the idea of the money coming from big corporations any more than I like it coming from the pockets of the craziest alt-left anarchists on the planet. I believe we need to move to…

He should go old-school Outlaw Country, like Willy Nelson, Cash, Jennings, etc. and call himself William Cyrus, then ditch the Hollywood hair stylist (seems to be the same one Dave Navaro uses) and go grizzled grey.