
I mean, Haley Joel Osmont.
I mean, Haley Joel Osmont.
Having just seen Mission Impossible last night (and Man from UNCLE when it came out) it’s almost amazing at how little of his charm these mopey Superman movies let him use.
I look forward to Jezebel covering The Princess And The Puggle: A Christmas Miracle on Hallmark this December.
That’s a solid Bills burn by Ashley there.
If he had to be ejected (he didn’t) than the catcher deliberately standing in his way should have been as well.
Since this has nothing to do with the candidate, what’s your point?
because politics is a business to firms like Hilltop, and Ross was a paying customer.
Welp, all of this is better than more of that weird bald guy on Fox with the goatee.
Maybe one that owns a certain paramilitary war crimes company?
I’m betting on a son of hers.
So which of Betsy’s sons do we think had a sexual assault or harassment complaint lodged against them by those mean, mean women?
Maybe if this wasn’t only used for Grand Slam events I’d be less befuddled.
But the ref isn’t a woman.
But if they both have a coach there, what’s the problem?
I’m still trying to figure out why the hell a coach wouldn’t be allowed to coach.
Has this wall-humping nitwit noticed that Florida is a peninsula that only borders Georgia and Alabama?
FAU, ECU and USF.
It’s not every day you see the author of Bimbos of the Death Sun referenced on Deadspin. (McCrumb, aside from her fabulous serious work, also wrote a couple of novels poking fun at science fiction conventions that are a lot of fun.)