You know, I went and looked it up!

When I was about 22 ish (back when the Loch Ness monster was just a tadpole) a 60ish man put his hand down my skirt and squeezed my ass at a charity function. My then boyfriend tried to make me tell someone, but all I wanted to do was leave.

One is for Ramming, one is for Dodging.

At least until November…

Also, the sweet 4-engine IL-62 throws out the reversers well before touchdown because in Russia the switch squats on you. 10:57

Needs more lessons.

Commentator, in crisp English accent: Folks at home may be asking themselves, “How will he finish?” And, well, Depends.

LAWYER: You can never go back to Brazil.
Lochte: Man, but I really enjoyed Europe!

Ford WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!

They tried repeatedly. But every time they got close to making progress, it was De Ja Vu all over again.

This reminds me of quite possibly the greatest “Choose Your Own Adventure” book ever written:

Doesn’t count. Everyone who is an actual fan of the Olympics knows that Leonidas is the GOAT. He didn’t have all the fancy accommodations that Olympians have now, like shoes and anti-chaffing nipple tape. Do you know what they did back then if your chaffed nips got infected? They took’em.

more like Leonidas of ‘Roids.

you say sabotage.... I say sabbataage.