...one more yard and we could cite a very ominous Leviticus 3:17: "You must never eat any fat or blood. This is a permanent law for you, and it must be observed from generation to generation, wherever you live."
...one more yard and we could cite a very ominous Leviticus 3:17: "You must never eat any fat or blood. This is a permanent law for you, and it must be observed from generation to generation, wherever you live."
Al Michaels would say that is some sort of totally farcical comment..
Hah, yeah, upon second glance, it's really probably a thin layer of blue-green toxic sludge. It is Russia + A Factory we're talking about!
Have a seat...
"His speech was slurred and he juxtaposed the letters in a few words."
In the big Death Star photo, the floors look so clean you can eat pierogis off of them!
I read this hilarious tale about how this multi-million dollar art piece was mounted to the wall in some sitting room/foyer at Riker's Island, but completely unnoticed by anyone working there that it was an original Dalí, though I can't recall the details, I think I remember two thinks: 1. that it was stolen recently…
Good analysis, and you're probably right, though the kiss-on-the-mouth at New Year's tradition, I would assume, would apply to people dating, married, in love, etc, and wouldn't necessarily transcend to, say, brother/sister, grandson/grandfather, or perhaps over-the-top young starlet/old frumpy billionaire mayor ...…
All my old aunts and uncles and grandfolks who hailed from NY always seemed to greet with a kiss on the mouth, but when we moved to Texas, I didn't ever see any of that, so I had just chalked that up to an old New Yorker habit. Could this be a geographical / generational (Ms. Gaga clearly trying to be throwback in…
Guh, ok. Let me introduce you to a concept called light sarcasm. You see, it's all over Jezebel, Gawker and such. Though I imagine you just navigate these sites with your hands over your eyes, if you're going to be so counter-snarky.
Is that where the judge decreed "jurors all over the 'room... all rise... what's the ver-dict... the ver-dict..."
"tragic... but how many shots-on-goal did she have?"
To which one might suggest "Hey, why don't you go by JR?" but that also has some southern implications... :[]
Well, hopefully they'll just stay within the confines of Northwest Arkansas, 'cuz, y'know, step outside them boundaries and you'll see nothin' but heathens n' blasphemers.
So how does this guy pull this off 8+ times without getting noticed/caught? Is there some sort of long delay between the incident and when the victim finally realizes their ass was slashed? Does he set off some sort of road flare in front of the victim, knocking over racks of clothes causing so much of a commotion…
You know what they (street preachers, freckle-faced super Baptist teenagers, etc) say the moment I say the word Leviticus (as my favorite passage is the one about how those who eat shellfish on Sundays should be stoned to death), they immediately say "Ohhhh, Leviticus, that's the olllllld testament... that shit's just…
Child one: October 3, 2006
Isogrope... ...
K, the gig's now up for this stupid obnoxious habit of hashtagging every fucking thing said by anyone with the extra added boost of one key word that summarizes the message — now that it has made its way past the old news anchors, grandparents and now finally a fucking NASCAR driver. #enough