As a Sabres fan, I can tell you that the precise amount of required tanking is 457 days, or the time from when they hired Tim Murray until the end of the 14-15 season.
As a Sabres fan, I can tell you that the precise amount of required tanking is 457 days, or the time from when they hired Tim Murray until the end of the 14-15 season.
Thank you for demonstrating the fallacy of relative privation.
Rick Jeanneret is the best.
Well, after reading that I’m convinced. I guess he deserved to be of the cover of GTA after all.
“You are standing in an open field west of a white house, with a boarded front door. There is a small mailbox here.”
Spring is the worst, by far. It’s nothing but mud and freezing rain and an entire winter’s worth of gravel and cigarette butts and six month old dog shit. The three days before the pedals drop off your tulips are not worth the fucking hassle. Fuck spring.
This collection of anthropormophic garbage will never go away as long as there are people out there who continue to buy Coors because it’s “the coldest”.
After looking up your reference, I disagree. You’re comparing apples to brake pads.
Also, and totally unrelated, but his introduction to the New 52 League is exactly the plot of those Challenge of the Superfriends episodes.
Much of the character’s history has linked his black body—what’s left of it, anyway—to trauma and tragedy. While there’s been a lot of suffering in the Black American Experience, that’s not all it’s been. The storylines that have centered on Victor have—unconsciously, it seems—tended to echo on sadness, deprivation…
I use an old dip tube brush, with a 45 degree bend in the middle of the brush section to get in the corners.
I worked at a Subway in college, back during the first Clinton administration. That terrible smell is from the water pan in the bread proofer. It just sits and sits and sits there forever, getting topped off as the level gets low. The first thing I did at the start of every shift was to change out the pan, wash it and…
There’s a local dive here (“here” being Buffalo, NY) that serves a malt vinegar aioli with their fries. Mayo, malt vinegar, & black pepper and it is the best thing ever.
I read this as “all white truffles, Stilton, and Jameson” at first.
Since everyone is going to start with the internet, I can’t recommend starting here enough:
And make the Confederate battle flag illegal to possess or display.
No Goal.