Way to one-up his ignorance with a nice, steaming pile of your own. It seems like you’re having problems differentiating between two cities as well.
The below-ground pool and palm trees in the background are dead giveaways that this video wasn’t shot in Cleveland, at least.
If this were true, he would’ve been able to revive his career once it was clear it had hit the skids. I call bullshit.
“Adequate Ham”... Please, they prefer to call it “Canadian bacon.”
I sure hope your million dollar response resonates at least a little bit with the two-cent mind that you’re replying to...
With all of the debauchery, looting, and general panic that accompanies these events, his next album might as well be titled Never Mind the Bullrides, Here’s Kenny Chesney!
Never Mind the Bullrides, It’s ... Kenny Chesney?
Well then, why not name the kid Janis instead? That would be a better way to honor the individual named Janis instead of the family named Joplin.
The key words there are “last” and “name.”
My biggest gripes are first names that end with “son” or “ton”. “Ton” denotes a town, and someone named Carson had better be the son of a man named Car or the son of an actual goddamn car.
RIP Mr. Ali.
He holds the record for hits in a 162 game season, he’s been an MVP and ROY, he has 10 consecutive seasons of 200 hits and receiving a gold glove, and to top it off, he’ll get to 3,000 hits. That’s HOF material right there. However, the clincher is walking off on Mariano Rivera by hitting a two-run homer when the M’s…
Counterpoint: A virulent strain of the flu infects the OKC locker room, causing the team to lose the series. Forlorn, Durant decides to seek greener pastures for a different team, while Westbrook toils to no avail until his contract expires and he too bolts town. Then the team plunges into the bottom of the western…
+1 wag of the finger.
Something that hooves at one point, preferrably.
I see your Santiago Casilla and raise you Fernando Rodney. There’s a reason why his appearances are called the “Fernando Rodney Experience.” Plus, when he was off the mark, he’d slow his pace down to a torture-inducing crawl. A small part of me just wanted him to blow the save just to kill the tension.
What the hell are those weird words next to the Sonics’ logo?
Please don’t bring up the 2008 Detroit Lions here.
The M’s will win the World Series. Book it (or don’t because let’s be real here.)