Not really.
When you’re in Toronto, you talked about hitting them first and not being the ones to be hit second.
“This mildly interests me, in a sort of ho-hum way”
The film will be directed by Rob Marshall, the man responsible for the film adaptations of Chicago, Nine, and Into the Woods.
He pinched out a piece of his eye? This isn’t a “contact lens mishap”. This is an “idiot” mishap.
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In addition to being one of the world’s most visible ambassadors of car culture
None of them will be good.
As the proud owner of an original DMG, my mind immediately screamed “YOU’RE DAMAGING THE SPINE”, before I realized it was a photoshop.
As both a Jays fan and an MLB fan, I’m slightly pissed that Bautista’s slide gets labelled a hard slide. The call on that play seems shitty, because it’s not adhering to the MLB’s new rules.
That’s horseshit.
Congratulations. You’ve taken the appropriate line drilled into you by the contemporary justice system: immediately and with no reason ignore the child entirely, and then impart a vicious motive to the mother involved in this case.
It doesn’t twist logic in the slightest. Not having insurance means that you are clearly risking having someone shoulder the economic burden of your health care. In this case, all you have to do is pay a fee to the IRS to help mitigate this shared risk.
This looks like garbage. 20 seconds of fictional nonsense science, followed by 1:30 of acrobatics?
Sorry, but this dude’s out to lunch if he thinks these are genuine, positive feelings on either side. Maybe he’s always been attracted to this person, but you don’t go twenty years without trying to resolve something genuine. You go twenty years with a nebulous, undefined relationship of co-dependency. Maybe he likes…
THE MOST IMPORTANT PART:
The only reason any part of this insanely moronic “counterculture” works is because industry culture is so backwards and archaic that things said on Twitter are still lent some semblance of credulity. One day corporations will wake to the fact that Twitter is literally a huge, hot pile of worthless garbage populated…
As a person whose mom was born and raised in a small village in the toe-end of Italy, I can honestly say that each Italian person’s food is defined by their tiny tiny region, and the regions spend so much time and energy with the hilarious national pastime of disputing the “best” recipes that it doesn’t matter what…