Yes. I live in Newfoundland with its 13 ft 3 in of annual snow and people like you are sick.
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Having vacationed on the Big Island and driven around the thing, thanks for the reference. I was trying to figure out what they meant by rural areas. I now remember the warnings in my guidebook about Pahoa.
I have a fake name on Facebook. It works wonders for keeping prospective employers & nosy coworkers/relatives away. I totally control who I add, as no one knows it’s me unless I tell them.
This.
Can’t wait. Who’s going to finance the $1000 plane ticket to go visit them in real life?
Love Twitter much more. I keep in touch and hear all about the lives of sports show hosts & hockey analytics guys. This makes me much more happy than knowing about and keeping in touch with my real life friends. Wait.
Sorry buddy, but women suck. They never let you name the kid anything cool like D’Brickashaw, Tuukka or DeMarcus.
I have to imagine once Kovalchuk, Kuznetsov or Radulov were about 11 and started showing insane hockey skills, that they had access to some pretty good doctors. Probably better doctors than I as a Canadian have in Newfoundland.
Am I clinically insane? Go fuck yourself. I put the apostrophe in there just as quick as if I waited then clicked “can’t” from the correction choices. Fuck you and your stupid fucking technology high horse you rode in o, I mean the fucking lifted uber you called because uber is cool & you’re so much better than anyone…
That’s right! Corporations should be able to do whatever they want and we should just get over it!
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For some, sports are the only joy in our otherwise monotonous and pointless lives. You might have the Kardashiens yelling at each other in this place. It’s just, yeah. :(
That’s just about enough mansplaining out of you!
Ah yes, that’s probably it.
Now that I think about it, I’m sort of surprised that modern, need a man cave, must eat bacon, men don’t install urinals in their suburban mcmansions...
A tweet beat with Dmitrij Jaskin, Shabazz Muhammed and Eddie Rosario instead of those obscure celebs y’all usually post in tweet beats?! Sounds good!
Having did this with an ex-girlfriend before, I didn’t find it to be different from the light joking of getting excited to watch Ryan Reynolds movies or pointing out billboards of Ryan Reynolds or whatever. Neither of us worried about or feared that she’d meet Ryan Reynolds or I’d run into Beyonce somewhere.
I mostly giggled at the idea & gawked at the pretty ladies.
Moved to a new place and started frequenting one mechanic. My car started to ‘miss’ and chop as I drove up hills and at high speeds. So I brought my 97 Intrepid to my mechanic in 2009 and he said that it was the heads and that it would be $3k to fix. So I parked my car in October and thought about this, before walking…