Yes. Herein lies the problem. You have standards; bully for you! They seem sort of silly to me, but ok.
Yes. Herein lies the problem. You have standards; bully for you! They seem sort of silly to me, but ok.
But not the kind you're thinking.
"Today it is playing League of Legends. To reiterate: we are confused. 'Things' are happening on the screen, people are cheering in response but we have no way to parse precisely what they're cheering at and why."
Most definitely. I don't think I would like watching myself much. Thankfully my experience is mostly all just musical. I imagine it'd be similar but probably a lot weirder psychologically if I had to take my appearance and mannerisms into account also.
Right? After they're born, they're on their own! They need to pick themselves up by their bootie-straps and earn the money they need for their own healthcare and food and stop mooching off hard-working Americans.
Comparing it to torture? But they don't have any problems with torture.
Now I see what the problem is with Deadspin and Gawker in general. It has a bunch of 20 somethings writing articles that think they know everything . Well I was born 11 years before and Scott wasn't the first black person on ESPN. I dodn't have an issoe with him but I can certainly see how his style could rub some…
I heard that his son lightly poked him in the chest and Big Kev took a huge dive.
However, DNA testing on a toothpick left at the scene is incomplete.
Poor Kevin Nash, not even his own son will put him over.
Moral of the story: A bird in hand is better than a blue bush.
That was me, and spoiler alert: Nope.
Excerpted from Scott Saul's new biography, Becoming Richard Pryor. Quick setup: When Pryor started collaborating…
They're coming for it next week. The shipping company, that is. They're picking up the Ferrari, taking the keys,…
So let me get this straight. These people don't believe in evolution because it doesn't work like it does on the Pokemon cartoon?
I looked at the beer list, was completely overwhelmed, and picked the only beer I recognized: Stella.
"No ketchup on hot dogs" is the only food rule that New York and Chicago agree on.
Yeah - those 60's brakes weren't really designed well, next time don't step in front of a moving vehicle...