This sucks in a way that’s hard to put into words. Halladay is someone I’d have driven to Cooperstown to see his induction. A personal hero from back when I still had those.
This sucks in a way that’s hard to put into words. Halladay is someone I’d have driven to Cooperstown to see his induction. A personal hero from back when I still had those.
I’m guessing those Blue Lives Matters assholes are going to be conflicted as all hell. On the one hand, they’re going to argue that the drunk chick had it coming. On the other, black guy. Truly a Sophie’s choice situation for them.
Future of the Left songs often aren’t about anything per se, but are rather a collection of surreal lyrical images.
I’ll be burning in hell along side you for laughing at this.
And what’s on the other side? What happens if we dig all the way through?Where is the edge? Why are there no pictures from there? What keeps the water from falling off the side? How do transcontinental flights work? What about the Sun and Moon- are they flat too? If so, why and how are they perpendicular to us so as…
C’mon, Rick.
I would skate through a brick wall for that coach.
This here is why I come.
“...his entire vocabulary of multisyllabic words is operated by a lotto machine.”
He sounds exactly like someone with one year of a Duke education under his belt.
This is a woman complaining about a black woman’s curves, portraying a black president as a clown, attending a rally on an overpass to prevent the entrance of brown children who claims ‘she doesn’t see race.’
This is going to come as a shocker...Jan might be a certain type...
In first to say I SAID WHAT THE FUCK I SAID.
If I can't send my ex a carved up tennis ball from time to time, I have no choice but to abandon your rule book.
Not the way I did it.
dude...
I don't know, imagining a loose acquaintance showing up to a work presentation and blasting a fight song on the clarinet is unsettling.
Can you time travel to my sophomore year of HS and let me know this? Thx
These stories vindicate the course I took of bottling up my feelings, not discussing them with anyone, and not trying to pull off stuff like this.
So wot's uh the deal with the sawed-in-half tennis ball thing? Expected an explanation by the end of that one, but it was still just "...sent her a sawed in half tennis ball."