Ovechkin has a lot of sympathy for Wood because 10 years ago Sidney Crosby never replied to Ovi’s request for a signed photo either.
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James Franco’s 4th brother there looks like he is about to be touched inappropriately by an old homeless Russian man.
Ahhh, yes, the questions trap. One time I knew I was doing something right as a mother was when my very religious aunt insisted on taking Kidlet to her Seventh Day Adventist church for about two weeks when he was around five or six. There was some kind of talk in the lil kids’ bible school about Jonah being like…
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It’s a little funny to think about the Pharisees in light of modern Christians. If you ask any Christian about the Pharisees, they’ll be happy to tell you that they’re villains in the Jesus story because they’re over there making arcane rules about petty nonsense while Jesus has arrived with a message from God about…
HA. I yell at g-d all the time. I shake my fist at g-d I bargain I wheedle. I just can’t understand not doing that?
My Methodist pastor once told me his favorite thing he picked up from other religions was that in Judaism you could yell at God. And he thought that was awesome, that “if unexplainable shit happens, you need someone to yell at.”
Well, how are other Christians going to know you’re the Best Christian if you don’t condemn other Christians for going outside what you would do as The Best Christian?
These are the same people who take offense to someone kneeling at the anthem and yell, “respect the flag!1!” While wearing shit stained flag underwear.
I just want to imagine her giving it to the guy, with her eyes glowing with pride, and then he opens it up, and is like...
Men have a weird way of twisting “feminism” to suit their boners.
A brain-damaged poor lottery winner dipped in YSL cologne.
My husband was just wistfully talking about Johnny Football this morning after the Aggies’ loss in the Texas Whogivesashit Bowl last night
And just like that, I miss the hell out of Phil Hartman again. :-(
Your last part is true, though. We are alive, and life, at it’s core, is a place to see beauty and love and grace right alongside the heartache. Grief shrouds our ability to see both in kind. I don’t think I ever questioned my will to live, just how I was going to live without her. I think that speaks to what you’re…
For what it’s worth, part of me hopes that you’re right and I’m wrong. Dealing with grief as a non-believer has been one of the more difficult things I’ve ever had to do. One of the things that really surprised me in the aftermath was how angry/jealous I was of people who believed, and who were so certain in their…
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Part Husky, part Greyhound. All goofball. His name is Farley.
It explains a lot that you think the people here literally believe that a collection of numbers controls events. You’re choosing the most uncharitable interpretation of a figure of speech—one that pretty much requires you to apprehend these people as simpletons or lunatics or both.