dchristien
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Ah yes, the combination of hard drinking after a long night of brown-nosing the world’s worst assholes.

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If you go, might as well go the extra mile.

Somebody went to the George Lucas school of film editing!

I’d always assumed at this point she’d be running a successful old-timey brothel; this paints a much sadder (But probably realistic) portrait.

I was watching Braves@Cubs last night and the Chicago announcing got wind of this around the 7th inning (They’d already talked about Vargas and the beat reporter earlier). Hearing other clubs’ live analysis of the Mets soap opera is just the best.

Passenger: “Sorry? Oh, I dunno, sounds like a scam (under breath)...Newton.”

It’d be funny if someone drained all his accounts, liquidated his assets, and then told him he was welcome to try making money off of his likeness.

That’s even older than Jack McKeon in his Marlins run ...of course for the Mets, this would surely mirror his even later Marlins run (Age 81) where no World Series was won.

Unfortunately, it’s also a great place to shred a Bol.

If that’s what the word of God sounds like these days its no wonder people are leaving the church in droves.

And even the best MLB umpires don’t have all that great of call-rates!

I can’t even imagine doing this now and you’re a saint for trying. When I was a teen I coached some peewee sports for the local park district, and what some parents were willing to say to a 17 year old was abominable.

I bet these are the kind of parents who were pissed at the US Women for celebrating. I hope they all eat a brick.

VR Troopers and Beetleborgs are here for this

I sure hope they’ve taken out adequate insurance policies.

Bon & Viv win out the category in a landslide with all of their unique flavor variants (Prickly Pear, in particular, warms my New Mexico spirit). Black Cherry is still good, but might be their weakest entry overall.

So, can we just go ahead and change her name from Biel to Biess now?

Fuck, we have to bring this thing back to St. Louis.

Ol’ Buddy might see a couple paychecks there until they figure out he’s the one setting the fires.