I stand by my original assessment.
I stand by my original assessment.
An excuse for 21st century yuppies to drink a shitload since nothing in the future won’t revolve around their goddamned kids.
Once upon a time, I was a writer for FoxSports.com. I covered the owners meeting at the Breakers. I was the noobiest of noobs. And a guy named John Clayton could not have been a kinder, more compassionate soul to me. I’ll always remember him taking pity and giving me guidance that I had no business getting at that…
ESPN: Millennials want some youth and diversity to go with all of their hipping and hopping.
+1
WWF in the late 90's was
darkfucking awesome.
God damn I saw the name “Tumpkin” and I fuckin smashed the END button to get to the comments and write this fucker. I was drooling like an animal thinking of all the stars I was gonna get for writing this joke. I was gonna be the new Maher. And now it’s all shit. It’s all shit
The funny thing is that this is what always happens with the cowboys. They have a good thing going, and then they say “if we just switch to X, we can be EVEN BETTER” and then X turns out to be tripping on their own dicks and turning the ball over.
If running a compact, manageable, balanced offense is winning you games,…
(n-1) = (5-11)
Rolando McClain, Who Is Not High: Okay, Maybe I’m A Little Buzzed
The Clinton Foundation could use a good point guard.
La Nacion also reports that Gusman has reserved some housing outside of the village for his athletes to stay in, should their current accommodations not be fixed up in time for the games.
I’ve been watching that version of this performance repeatedly since Thursday. As a tech myself, I’m always flabbergasted by the statement “The rain poured into the broadcast booth” and yet there he is, just giving no fucks.
“best controversy in the history of baseball”
In case it was hard to pick Oher out, here’s a still shot. He’s on the right...
The thing about being a rock star in the ’90s is you had to act like you hated being a rock star, and this is where…
And this is what I think about that.
Aaaaand now I feel pretty dumb.
I send my one nighters home with a sense that their lives have become very small and a burning desire for religious fulfillment.
“That doesn’t really scare me.”