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When I was in 4th grade, I became a kickball legend. I was playing 2nd base, with runners on 1st and 2nd base, with no outs. Anyway, up comes the opposing team captain and he kicks a screaming line drive right to me (out #1). I catch the ball chest high, center mass. I pivot slightly to my right and notice the the

So Mulan, basically?

Why do I love the Phillies? Why can't I stop? Please help me.

This is a good reply, thanks for sharing.

I'll change that right now. What's your handle again?

First of all, I'm saddened to hear this news - my condolences to the Warrior's wife & daughters in this hard time.
I've got quite the Ultimate Warrior story for all of you. When I was in 6th grade, I lived in Foster City, California - just a little South of San Francisco. Every month or two, when the WWF would make

Questions regarding the Mets' futility should be formally addressed to "Jesus H. Christ."

Kurt Cobain wrote a song called "Something In The Way." As it turned out, that something was his face, and it was in the way of a bullet.

A throwback to the dead ball era.

FINNISH HER!

The silver lining behind all this is that Bostonians now know that even white people sometimes need help from a safety net.

I honestly don't see the problem here. You don't deserve to play if you can't handle softball questions.

PRIEST MODE

If he isn't drafted, chalk it up to the NFL's non-prophet status.

Ha! Women drivers! AMIRITE!11!1!

Is Jan Brewer that disliked in the Hispanic community that she has to advertise her Facebook page in the A's' spring training facility?