This is what you say what you can’t say what you want to say, which is more along the lines of “Those fuckers got what they deserved”.
This is what you say what you can’t say what you want to say, which is more along the lines of “Those fuckers got what they deserved”.
“Essentially, Jacksonville gave up a seventh-round pick so that Branden Albert could retire as a Jaguar.”
Jesus. This is some next-level sociopathy right here. Either that, or a serious devotion to a jogging/exercise routine.
This isn’t much different from when people tell me I’m boring, unremarkable, irritating, a drag, a ‘fucking social albatross’, etc, etc. All I have to do is remind myself that I have many fine traits, and would be a nice addition to anyone’s social circle!
“We do need to begin to prepare as if he’s not coming back,”
“Sad, bro. Now, can I tell you a little bit about my idea for a sweet fuckin’ business opportunity? No? What are you? Some kinda fuckin’ pussy?? FUCK YOU, PUSSY!”, Dykstra replied, when told of Daulton’s passing.
Jesus. Frank Thomas 2.0, here.
This is what happens when you have a skill set that appeals to someone with no actual skill set—once you don’t appeal to them, you’re gone, and you have nothing to fall back on. The best, most flexible lickspittles are the ones who do it with charm and refinement, not the boorish, loud abrasiveness of the angrily…
“name a liberal place for all illegals to go at once and demand free stuff.”
Rose was pissed, because he was meeting Hernandez after the game for a session down at one of Hernandez’s favorite places—a little out-of-the-way massage parlor down in Soho where nobody asks too many questions—and he was ready to get the action started.
This group is like a club made up of the worst dipshits known to man—those who use ridiculous, fake stats to prove their point, those who copy terms from popular or well-known trends or movements because they don’t have the balls to come up with their own ideas, and anti-abortionists. It’d be funny if they weren’t…
Well, on the plus side, we’re seeing the first time in history where our President got fucking owned, man! This is living history we’re witnessing! It’s about the only ‘great’ thing that’s been made so far.
Sometimes I wonder why companies don’t set games in or around my hometown, and then I remember that my hometown is a fucking dump and is easier to forget than a phone number on the back of a park bench, and then I quit wondering about it.
One of the great mysteries that we’ll probably never fully understand is how Donnie has been able to garner the support of his fans, while simultaneously pissing in their faces. Sure, there’s the ‘divide and conquer’ strategies, deflection moves, and the painting of different groups as scapegoats, but those are…
I can understand where he’s coming from, as I often feel that life itself has been beating the shit out of me for years, but if you just quit worrying about looking like an idiot and start laughing at yourself, you realize that nothing really changes, and nobody starts caring enough to pay much attention. Just relax,…
We were brave enough once to elect a leader who displayed traits like grace, intelligence, humility, and maturity in quantities not usually seen in professional politicians, and dude was funny as hell, and unbelievably cool at the same time. To top it off, there wasn’t even a whiff of personal scandal to him or his…
Well, sure, Rich, but all those other guys are just so generically terrible, they don’t ruffle the feathers of corporate sponsors. You can ditch a Goff for a Mallett or Bortles, and nobody would know the difference. They’re like interchangeable parts of a mediocrity machine.
If it isn’t run by that fucking hack Chuck Lorre, or star Kevin James, CBS isn’t interested.
Look, I know that the retro thing will always be cool, but going back to the days of the fucking Pinkerton’s is going a bit too far.