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AHHHH-hahahhaah! Your pleas have fallen upon deaf ears! Now YOU will be Kyrie’d!

I’d say wikkid pissed!

I thought I heard “Surrender! Surrender! But don’t give yourself away!”

I’m surprised that the Canadiens are as low as they are among NHL teams. I guess Montrealers have better things to do than to answer silly English KA-wizzes!

+1, because you must be Taft, man!

If the rumor about Ainge pulling Tatum off the table is true, then good: Ainge took the hint. One alarming trend up here in The Commonwealth of Massachusetts was the talk among Celtic fans and media was that if we could just get AD, we’d get him to sign, just like we got Kevin Garnett to sign. Huh. The way I read it,

Playing in the World Cup *IS* the highest level of international football. Given the state of women’s football now, as well as the regional nature of the selection process, there is still a wild variation in the talent levels of the teams involved.

I, for one, do like some of The Music Kids Listen To These Days, like Florence + The Machine, Silversun Pickups and Bat For Lashes.

Actually, when they form a laager with their wheelchairs, there are none better.

+1 turtles all the way down.

We are the chorus, and we agree, we agree, we agree!

You mean “Dark Helmet”?

The fault, dear Carmelo, lies not in our stars. But in the fact that these stars are for HighAndTight! +1 to thee, yon varlet!

He was saying that SOMETIMES things get stale and you need to shake things up. And he thinks that this is a case where it is so. Frankly, up here in New England and listening to the sports shouters up here, Mr. Tomlin’s coaching skills are held in low regard. Not to mention his predictive skills.

Then nobody from the pre-integration era belongs in the Hall. They played against deliberately watered-down talent which inflated their stats.

Could have been raining. <Thunder rumbles, downpour ensues>

Compared to me, she’s Olympic quality. I wouldn’t have gotten ten feet down that track without falling on either my face or ass. Or, somehow, both.

Yeah. One of them sits in the White House, now.

I’m sorry - wasn’t the quote supposed to be “groan like a lecher”?

What’s everyone grousing about? She’s pretty much who The Baron thought the “modern” Olympics were originally for - the rich young dilettante or the serving-class johnnie sponsored by the rich older dilettante (for bragging rights, donchaknow, pip! Pip!).