Jack Kent Cooke would be 105 if we were alive today. I believe this uppity princess is barely 30. Imagine being born to someone who is better off being your great-grandfather.
Jack Kent Cooke would be 105 if we were alive today. I believe this uppity princess is barely 30. Imagine being born to someone who is better off being your great-grandfather.
Same results though.
Jacqueline Kent Fight either.
Fake video. You’d never see anyone associated with the Redskins tackle with that kind of effort.
No.
So, he’s the Hamilton Nolan of Buffalo?
Isn’t this the same tactic Will Leitch took last week?
Honestly, I’m just surprised he didn’t insufferably refer to it as “sportsball” for the entirety of the article.
Great illustration. That’s kind of my sense too. Scumbags = immoral. Shitbags = insalubrious.
Sal. Sal is the most Italian name ever. It’s always short for “Salvatore” and, is what I assume every Italian who “works down at the docks” is named
Apparently Greg Maddux loved to approach teammates in the showers, ask detailed questions about their craft, feign interest in their replies, and laugh hysterically when they finally realized that he’d been pissing down their leg the whole time.
Huh who woulda thunk Sean Payton would be trying to get an opponent’s personnel injured? Seems out of character.
I just remembered.
It’s all fun and games now, but it’s going to be sad when Kyle Williams has to cancel for the first time his son’s birthday party next weekend.
“If you want to ask me about this fake news story that has come up — I’m quoting the president now — nothing’s changed” — Bruce Arians on retiring, one week ago.
I read that as, “I’m not ratting out the 8th grade bully who shaves and seems to like pounding my balls.”
Factoid the first: The Bills will play the Jaguars, coached by a guy they paid millions of dollars to quit after two years on the job.
So it’s not Bradys fault that the Mannings failed to make it to the biggest stages most of the time.
Thank you, I’ve gotten compliments. My biggest victory is that there are children who love brussels sprouts- young family members, their friends, kids who turned up their nose at them but politely tried them, then genuinely liked them.
When I don’t have time to roast sprouts, or access to the oven because something else is in there;