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Inspectah Deck of the Scotland Yard
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If I ever run into any of you bums on a street corner, just let’s pretend we’ve never met before.”

They were clearly thanking him, saying, “ABOOOOooo Bakr al-Baghdadi is dead!”

Poor choice of seats, it seems like that position would be better for distracting southpaws.

As anyone who has seen This is Spinal Tap will be sure to remember.

Only band that matters.

“Once the ship sinks low enough in water, it’s easier for the rats to climb on board! Pretty sure that’s how that metaphor works.

Joe Strummer & the Mescaleros - “Tony Adams”

Fun fact I only learned just now: Sabathia’s two shutouts for Cleveland before the trade and three for Milwaukee afterwards meant he led both the National and American Leagues* in shutouts for 2008.

Georgia’s not responsible for what South Carolina does with their water towers.

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Taj Mahal- “Ain’t That a Lot of Love”

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I’ll piggyback on this with one of my favorite chiptunes- less “core”, more “nintendo”:

My boy says he can eat fifty eggs, he can eat fifty eggs.

The Thompsons down the street gave out full sized Crunch bars once twenty-five years ago and I still remember! They’re legends now.

I like the idea of the R*dskins changing their logo to a potato.

It’s like Happy Gilmore realizing he doesn’t have to deal with the challenge of putting if he can just hit a hole-in-one from the tee.

Broseppe Verdi, the famous compbroser.

Related: I have a hypothesis that, for bands named after places, the size of the places is inversely related to the shitiness of the band, e.g. Boston is a better band than Kansas is a better band than Asia.

While some will claim it was the owner’s threats of relocating the team to Breen* that finally got the new stadium built, it was really made possible by the growing fanbase from Oakland Fleet Yards, across the bay from Starfleet Headquarters, and the fact that they were living in a quasi-socialist utopia where money

Senior year of high school, I had to do a certain number of volunteer hours for National Honor Society. I elected to do mine at the nearby nursing home, where the residents included then-112-year-old Fred Hale, Sr. Born in Maine in 1890, he was a life-long Red Sox fan, and I am forever grateful they won it all just a