“I’m not just talking. I’m not just talking. I’m not just talking. I’m not just talking. I’m not just talking. I’m not just talking.”
It's Like That And
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“Oil can. Oil can!”
Zoomba pants FTW.
Totes inappropes.
More like, “Fuck On, Kobe.”
Which was all loosely based on a night I spent with Isaiah Thomas and Stephen Marbury.
Oh brother.
I think it's The Dark Tenor.
66 points... From the bench.
What is the corresponding ‘slap on the wrist’ punishment the NFL hands out to refs like it would a player? A raise??
This is going to cost like $5,000.00 in service of process.
“You look homeless.” - Either Parent, whenever I have just an iota of a beard.
Que ridiculo! - Maude to Sandra
Apropos of nothing, I prefer “‘cause” to “‘cos.”
He seems more than qualified to have actually been offered the job prior this occurrence. But we know the deal.
There are people who just fundamentally care about the well-being of their fellow man over hardware in their team’s trophy case. The line is drawn by each individual. Individuals come together to make a community, and communities raise awareness (yea, I know...) and effect change.
Deadspin’s Domestic Violence tag sure is getting a workout. For worse.
Thank you, Donny. Unless he’s black, in which case RUN.
They keep ringing the bell!!
Smash ‘em up!! Fuck the Mets!!