We-are-Sailors! Bum-ba-dumdumdumdumdum!
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Just a note: when it’s a male character, it’s a teabag; but when it’s a female character, it’s properly called a “clam slam.” At least, that’s what I learned when on Destiny’s reddit page.
the nut on the bus goes pound pound pound
-1899: Brooklyn Bridegrooms steal signs using a steam-powered periscope
-1919: Elaborate telegraph system relays signs to the Chicago White Sox, relays bets from the team to Arnold Rothstein
-1941: Ted Williams hits .400, “steals signs” by having sufficient eyesight to see the spin on every pitch, and look into the…
Will always rec a Humpty Dance reference. No questions asked.
The worst part was the secondary charge of indecent exposure while singing:
You’d think Jeter would be a little more understanding about keeping around a fan-favorite statue in the field.
Given that the “Engineering” guy was Kelly Johnson, the conversation was probably very loud and ended with something along the lines of, “F—- you, you gave me ridiculous spec requirements, I delivered a revolutionary airplane to meet those requirements. Get out of my office.”
I want to buy one of these, and then drive it into a ditch so fast it ends up on its roof.
skimming the beach on their ultra-low takeoffs and landings
There’s really nothing remarkable here. Lots of athletes take time out of their schedule to visit retarded children.
“Great team, awesome win. Love the Cubs. Since I was a boy, I loved them, watched them win that big championship back when I was a kid, fan ever since. Huge, great. Tom Ricketts, good friend of mine, great friend. Talk to Ernie Blanks on the phone twice a month, just to chat. That’s how much the Cubs mean to me. …
“Clearly, my boat sits at the same level as it did 20 years ago. If the sea level were rising, I’d have sunk by now!”
The Bernie Step would have still been there.
“When the station tried to contact the property owner, Davis Rose, he hung up and reportedly refuses to respond to voicemails.”
My nephew Washing Machine makes weird noises and is clearly unbalanced.
“You there: In the back, I need a Harrumph outta you (and cross your goddamn arms).”
As I have written before, my daughter died when she was five in 2011, two months after being diagnosed with an inoperable and malignant brain tumor. There is no cure for her type of tumor - DIPG - and current treatments do little more than extend life for a few months.