Sir, you’ve just pitched a new Syfy original movie.

I saw this and went “ah so they just made Red Dead again with a better graphics engine, neat”. They’re even going with the same “the west is dying” message. If this game takes place nearly twenty years before the first, where the west was dying, how long was the west dying?

I’ve found it also helps on days where it’s nice and warm in the sun, brutally cold in the shade. It’s like your clothes are your own personal solar panel.

US Open-ly racist?

And elitism. And some folks didn’t want those cliques from high school to go away, and didn’t have enough of a personality or interests to make new friends doing something else.

To quote the roots, we’re tired and sick of being sick and tired.

“I don’t know what the world is going to look like. But let’s say it’s not something I’ve given any thought to.”

As a Dominican, I’m obliged to say Julio Franco. Also possibly Bartolo Colon.

“Mr. Walhburg, don’t you think it’s odd of you to play this role?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time I pulled a fast on one some Asians.”

Despite being an avid runner, I’m not sure I understand what happened to Huddle to necessitate the root canal. Was it the constant impact, or was it totally unrelated to the day?

Still upset about that super bowl loss, ay Tom Brady?

I’m biased because I’m a runner (although never have run a marathon, I’ll be doing my first this November), but I find marathon spectating in person to be a very positive experience. Fun? Not really, but definitely joyful, knowing that giving someone a high five at mile 15 means the world to them.

Alternatively, I went and bought all the DS castlevania’s, because I knew I’d never get a new game I would care about, I hadn’t played any of them before, and they’re really fun/fairly cheap. Plus, Konami doesn’t get a dime from the sales!

Very LLC sounds like a company that a Nigerian Prince would register with.

She watches a lot of Ron Silver and Tom Selleck.

Sidenote, I very miss much living half a block away from Hobrah Tacos.

Wooof, the memories of riding my bike up 3rd. I learned fast to just violate my one rule of biking and go on the sidewalk.

Truth. I lived in Bay Ridge for a year (the year before the subway just ate its own face off and stopped operating normally everywhere) by 86th Street. As long as I didn’t have a problem not jumping on an express train, I also had a seat to myself.

Yeah, I left the gym this morning near West 4th, and there was a lunch box full of shit on the sidewalk in front of the door. And yet a I still love living here.

That is a depressingly low amount of likes for a famous person.