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I’m no expert, but “Mikey” sure seemed flat on the phone.

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Prichard discusses Angle v. Shane in great detail here, in Ep 26 of Something to Wrestle.

[Never mind, Carlos Lee was nowhere near as bad as I’d recalled.]

Marchman had to die so that Giolito would live.

Any rich person can be rich. Not every rich person can be GLORIOUS. Not every rich person can have his own stable of de facto gladiators that he can glower over from a luxury box. Not every rich person gets to hoist a gaudy sports trophy and pretend like they deserve it.

Language!

Three years later, this still made me laugh out loud.

Teams that decide to forgo several seasons of competitive basketball in exchange for a few dice rolls and the chance to pick a potential franchise savior off the menu aren’t so much making wise but difficult decisions as they are lazily putting the franchise on autopilot and allowing the structural benefits of the

Man, I’m getting uncomfortable just hearing that in my head. How no one tells him to maybe ditch catch phrases and talk like a normal person, I'll never fucking know.

He is also an embarrassingly corny catchphrase barker, and in the most literal sense that he gruffs his greatest-hits like “Hands down, man down” and “His mama call him Klay, I’mma call him Klay”.

Don’t. Buy. This. Thing.

Do you really consider the back-case when you shop for a new phone? As soon as I buy a new phone, the next thing I purchase is a case, which I presume is the same for many (most?) people.

Twenty Years Ago, Hugo Chavez Joined Mr. Met As Resident Full-Kit Wankers

The argument is that when a call is so close as to require freeze frames and digital lines and forensic analysis then it’s close enough to go either way so accept the linesman’s decision and move on. Ultimately this is entertainment, not a murder trial.

And does it come with house arrest during NBA Finals for Mark Jackson?

So you can scoop it with your fork. Or you can stab it with your fork until it breaks, which sucks. Or you can do what I do and half-stab it with your fork, anchoring a tine into the crouton but not fully impaling it, then bringing the whole set to your mouth that way.

The man was an exterminator. He was armed with poison, and he sprayed the bees until they all died, and then he sucked up their corpses with a shop vac.

I’m the one accountant who took just enough pre-law credits.