The federation later released a statement citing the “added risk” of the element, including, for example, “a potential landing on the neck”.
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NBA has no F’s, no D, no real KO’s since the late-80's/early 90's, and thankfully no CTE yet. So it’s, uh, FOCKEDT?
“Are You There, God? It’s Me, Schadenfreude.”
Re spicy ginger beer, I hesitantly refer you to South Carolina’s Blenheim’s Old #3 Hot Ginger Beer. It passes “zing” and goes straight to “palate searing”.
You were too right. I owe them custards and floats this week.
I raised good kids. And I owe you more stars.
“Sure think we could use a man like Björn Waldegård again.”
Intro video: Poor Frank Clark. As a formerly >260-lb dude, that feeling of being lifted onto your tiptoes by a crowd is horrifying.
#lunchplans. Thanks! I’ll hit you back with a review
Kinja’d but nevertheless spot-on.
Daaaaaamn, Gina Tyler!
^ This. Your Aaron McGruder-made avatar has me wondering about his thoughts on Tyler Perry’s achievements— not withstanding past beef. 100, I’m no fan of the Madea franchise or any of its machinations; I haven’t dropped a dime in Tyler’s pockets. That said, “God bless the child that’s got his own.” There is no Black mo…
Take my stars, damn you! Drinking Old Dominion under the glow of Roanoke’s Mill Mountain Star brings back gooooooood memories. Bless you.
Honestly curious here, is any combination of Culver’s root beer, butter burgers, crinkle fries, and/or soft serve actually worth a visit? My kids (9 & 11) swear it’s awesome, but I haven’t bothered to venture out for myself.
Nice. IBC (sophomorically dubbed amongst our friends 20-odd years ago as “the Intense Burping Concoction”) is still my go-to.
On Election Night 2016, several of my wife’s German, Polish, and French co-workers and interns came to our house for a potluck. I will never forget their confusion watching electoral votes come in, asking “Wait, isn’t America a democracy?” and laughing as we explained our vaunted representative republic. The French…
[shuddering] Miller’s eyes are staring into my very soul...
“You should have gone for the IPO [snap].”
Awwww shizznit, number 420 of 420 ya’ll— the dankest Saab of ‘em all.