This may be a disingenuous question, but...are these 50+ men receiving actual responses from actual live people, or bot-responses, based on the idea that a 50+ year old man likely has disposable income?
This may be a disingenuous question, but...are these 50+ men receiving actual responses from actual live people, or bot-responses, based on the idea that a 50+ year old man likely has disposable income?
I peaked ten years ago and I missed it?
Do any funeral homes offer a gravesite with an attached dance floor? Just askin’...
I ate at Chipotle last week and did not get sick.
This accomplishment should be officially named “Bote.”
That’s very true. And if you played baseball for another couple of centuries, the chance of anyone breaking Bote’s record — doing this exact same thing twice — is as near zero as I can imagine.
Ed Begley, Jr. does a helluva good Columbo.
I want to keep the Monk/Psych crossover, but I do love the idea of Mr Monk committing a murder and being pursued by Columbo. Just watching his reaction to “One more thing, sir.” would be worth the price of admission.
Somewhere, Jennifer Aniston is sitting on a pile of money she earned herself and laughing...
Wow. Had to google Perez’s details, and I had totally forgotten they still owed him $12 million when they cut him loose. What a contract!
The Wilpons have a weird obsession: if somebody’s under contract, then they are HERE. Doesn’t matter how little you’re paying them, doesn’t matter if they can do the job. You can’t release Reyes while he’s under contract. You can’t hire a new general manager until the contract of the old one expires. You can’t fire a…
I’d be willing to bet that your average billionaire takes more notice of losing a nickel than you or I do. It’s not the five cents. It’s losing.
Wild guess: the Wilpons are among his “partners.” It’d be totally in character for them.
Nothing fixes a concussion better than doing a hundred thousand sit-ups a day, with Aaron Judge sitting on your feet!
This reminds me that Clint Eastwood is supposed to have said that the stunt men in Where Eagles Dare should have gotten top billing over Richard Burton and himself.
“I can put you in contact with someone who would release it,” the text message said. “It might make you feel better.”
This is what happens when you outsource and buy cheap speeches from Russia.
I didn’t know it was even possible for a skinny white male actor to put on the stovepipe hat and the beard without looking at least vaguely like Abraham Lincoln, but Mr Taylor has achieved that dubious Raspberry. I’m six inches shorter and seventy pounds heavier and I don’t have a beard and I look more Lincolnesque…
“(Bad) luck is the residue of (bad) design.” -- Branch Rickey.
And that’s the best “taking off the jacket for the fight” scene in years.