Trump is one of those singularly clever (notice I did not say smart) people who is willfully dumb as a bag of rocks about sh*t that doesn’t matter to HIM. Deal-cutting and “sheistiness” he is as slick as a whip on—everything else? Meh. When you’re rich, A lot of other stuff doesn’t matter. His utter bed-sh*t on the…
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Or someone related to this cop in an ancillary way or one of the other ones set to go on trial. They realize that if one falls, it dramatically increases the risk of ALL of ‘em falling. As I’ve come to find out, EVERYBODY is somehow related so SOMEBODY down there, so folks are covering their peeps’ *sses.
You sir, win ALL the internets today...but sadly will lose ALL the playoffs until Dolan sells. :) :(
I would have refused the “Epic Mealtime”-style order via the Drive-Thru. Simple rule being—upwards of fifty of the same sandwich/fries/drink combo constitutes damn near a “Catered Affair” and requires serious advance notice, as in several hours (Two minimum) and be paid for in advance via credit card. Restaurants are…
I would have refused the “Epic Mealtime”-style order via the Drive-Thru. Simple rule being—upwards of fifty of the same sandwich/fries/drink combo constitutes damn near a “Catered Affair” and requires serious advance notice, as in several hours (Two minimum) and be paid for in advance via credit card. Restaurants are…
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“In rural Indonesia on Java the can is usually in the kitchen - no shit -”
BUT...CHEMTRAILS!
And when I boxed, I’d also make those little “Pap-pap!” noises when throwing punches. It helped me to set an offensive rhythm in the ring. It was also a good decoy that worked on my opponents because I’d even make that noise on feints, and they’d react as if a punch would connect—oftentimes setting them up perfectly…
This was me years ago working in the toy industry—a habit I carried over from my youth was when I drew cars, I psyched myself up by making low engine and gear shifting noises. It would put me in the mood and give an odd palpability to what I was creating. I started doing this when I was five years old drawing cars and…
It’s spiteful douchebaggery. This reaction is due to an actual attempt enact some accountability, and these officers rather than deal with yeah, the idea that when a guy that a bunch of their pals shouldn’t have detained suffers an internal decapitation and a crushed larynx in an arrest that the original officers…
“Snitches get stitches” takes precedence over simple human decency, and you want to talk about abdicating responsibility?”
“Snitches get stitches” takes precedence over simple human decency, and you want to talk about abdicating responsibility?”
“Snitches get stitches” takes precedence over simple human decency, and you want to talk about abdicating responsibility?”
It’s kind of amazing, really. For all their tough-guy, “we’re the thin blue line between civility and anarchy in the streets” talk, these so-called upholders of the system of law and order sure do get their sensitive little f*cking fee-fees hurt when the government they answer to dares to ask for even a little bit of…
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Every generation gets one or two of “those guys” who just hit the ball ridiculously hard. You had Willie McCovey and Frank Howard in the late fifties. In the sixties you got Dick Allen and Stargell. In the late sixties into the seventies you got Reggie—whose ‘71 ASG Homer is still the most titanic thing I’ve ever seen…
This was around 1981 or '82 or so—pretty much at the end of the classic “Disco” era here in NYC and I was fortunate enough to have been an old school club 'head' from the end of high school into my first two years of college of so at SVA. It was NOT a party school, but it was downtown so we hung out at Danceteria and…
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There are quite a few crimes on this list, but the ones that hurt me to my heart are the gross under-selling of the ranges of two of the greatest Soul Singers to walk the face of the planet—respectively the late, GREAT Jackie Wilson and The Temptations' David Ruffin. Dig Jackie's…
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There are quite a few crimes on this list, but the ones that hurt me to my heart are the gross under-selling of the ranges of two of the greatest Soul Singers to walk the face of the planet—respectively the late, GREAT Jackie Wilson and The Temptations' David Ruffin. Dig Jackie's…
Jesus...SOUNDDESIGN. I bought (stupidly) a pair of awful, metallic-painted-but-actually plastic SoundDesign speakers around '84 or so. Heavy as hell with the magnets in 'em and two weeks in while listening to “You're The One For Me” by D-Train...I smelled that hot, coppery smell when electronics are burning. And burn…