This is not very humerus.

I think they should have split the exhaust into more exhaust tips so people would buy the motorcycles. That would really juice up the sales and the company would do really well.

It’s been quite the season so far. I’ve caught two swarms in old hive boxes that I set out in case any bees were looking for a home- within a day or two of setting them out. I think the early spring really kicked the hives into high gear.

No, I have no idea how cars work. Thanks for explaining.

Is that why he never stops for stop signs and drives in the opposite lane to avoid stopped traffic at the security hut?

his brakes were not working. Obviously he felt it was safe enough to take it all the way back to the pits, but it’s not a decision I would have made.

Right? you’d think you’d want to shut er down and coast to a stop in the hotel parking lot. Seems much safer to tow it back to the pits than wander around on public roads with no brakes.

Absolutely. If it was a clean meg, the keeper was right where he needed to be. The fact that it came out right and low off the defenders leg totally bamboozled him.

Still, having the presence of mind/skill to go for the meg and put a shot on goal is good soccer. The more shots you put on goal from strange places, the…

“Why arrest one prostitute when you use her as a honeypot and nab 18 johns for less effort?”

-Tavarish, vice department.

This story is not very interesting.

I like this alot. It’s particularly british.

That’s in the second verse, along with the haggis and espousal of hatred for all things english.

Noted. I will for sure not post a series of contrarian comments which make it seem like I have some dickish vendetta against an individual. Definitely won’t do that.

Oh, I thought we were just randomly harassing people on the internet. Are we not?

You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Just a big ol Sean Mcdonald ass up in the air, right there where you could see it. MMMMM, I’ll bet you can just about taste the ass. Smell that imaginary ass. Does it smell like freedom? I’ll bet it smells like freedom to you. Freedom and Clint Eastwood, that’s what Sean’s bare ass…

You know what my super light athletic trainers need in them? A battery. That’s what they need. Just a big ole hunk of metal right there in the middle. Technology, motherfuckers.

I’m sorry dave. I can’t double knot that.

1) not sure if true, but points for creativity if not

I believe this is actually the Scottish national anthem.

Perhaps you could enlighten me on how a free market would favor more expensive energy sources which did not benefit individual corporate entites over cheaper energy sources which actively harmed the poor and disenfranchised to which those same corporations had no fiduciary responsibility?

The free market serves those…

its been a long time since i’ve seen heavy metal. need to watch it again.