On this night, at least, folks, owning the Jets beats owning the libs.

“Its seller had said in his ad that he didn’t need to sell the truck, and it seemed like most of you were willing to help him not sell it.”

Oh, look whose grandfather has a CLS550.

“Look, Mother: I’m a big boy now! This worker doesn’t think so, but I’ll get him.”

America: “Look, mommy: I work *so* hard!”

I see that X did, indeed, give it to him or her. And it’s likely untreatable at this point.

Brakin’ Too: Electric Glitchaloo

At least she actually gave a sheet.

Very strong case!

Hey, guys. What’s the scene?

Once ate half a refrigerated Little Tavern (DC)] “buy ‘em by the bag!” 20 bag the morning after. Terrific stuff, folks. Terrific stuff.

“I’M A BIG BOY, MOMMY!” must’ve been taken.

“OK, now let’s go stand on Denise’s catamaran.”

Former 1991 300GE owner. NP. While there really is no broad market for these pre-MBUSA Gs, so very hard to price them, 463s have skyrocketed, unfortunately.

Yeah, Diets.

I had a very similar experience. At Caps-Rangers in 2010, woke up a few days later in GWU intensive care having somehow bashed the back of my head in. Someone found ,me on the sidewalk and called an ambulance. Mine was not ‘diagnosable’ either - one theory was vasovagal response, FWIW. Also went deaf in right ear; had…

FTFY. ‘Cause they’re rebels who don’t play by the department’s rules.

The dad’s company’s “incoming president” was personal aide to Bill Clinton. I assume he won’t be happy about the firm’s name being discussed in this light, it being all “bridge to the 18th century” and all.