Truthfully, no lives matter. We did nothing after Sandyhook. Kinda shows that we don’t care who dies, even little kids. Once you’re okay with that, the discussion ends.
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I normally watch The Walking Dead with my granddaughter on Sunday night and then I watch it again the next day so I can hear the dialogue because she has a stream of consciousness thing going on, complete with flitterin’ and dabblin’ and general carrying on, during the show. Last Sunday I had the crud and didn’t get…
It’s not on par with the greatest literature of all time, but the best biography I ever read was “When Pride Still Mattered: A Life of Vince Lombardi”. Unbelievably compelling reading.
For real.
The fact that she wasn’t nominated for an Emmy after “The Grove” still pisses me off.
They never took a doggie bag home and they never touched Golem Jesus’s meal.
Draw me like one of your French girls.
This entitled housewife looks back at her impressionable child and calmly says “She is yelling because that girl deserves it, the service is terrible every time we come here.” And then she looked me straight in the eyes.
He probably also wouldn’t support financial support for her when she needs it to sustain a child and the psychological counseling of it.
I will unconditionally believe every single word about this man. If someone writes in to say he has a fetish for German circus clowns, I will believe it. If another person writes in to say that Trump makes his employees watch Beetlejuice once a year for motivational purposes, I will believe it. If someone details the…
Not a bad take, Burneko, but surely even your permissive outlook must take issue with Chris Christie’s variation of adding a busload of shrieking schoolchildren to his guacamole before devouring it with a angrily tumescent gluttony boner.
#33 made me.
My grandparents on their wedding day, 1942. Seems weird to think of my grandfather as hot, but he was quite the player in his day.
Here’s a great photo of my great-great-grandfather (not sure of the year; judging by his age/clothing I’d guess 1890s?). Gotta respect that epic ‘stache:
This is my grandfather in his barrister get-up. P foxy, wig and all!
My dad on his wedding day, aged 21 in 1967, in the middle between his 2 brothers. Dig the 60s suits and boots!