Jesus, there are 7 more terrible teams before we even get to the Bears. They can’t even suck right.
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Every Christmas Eve, I send my friends a text “#NakatomiStrong”
The Browns may not win the Super Bowl this year. They might not be AFC champs. They might not even take their division. But with RG3, they’re bound to overthrow somebody.
Not to mention the awful layout that renders the site borderline unreadable. Feels like I’m reading a tiny sliver of article surrounded by giant news crawls on every side.
This is a huge free agent signing, I can’t wait to read Zach Lowe’s analysis.
Back in the old country in 92', we (2 girls and I) were going to a party out of a farm house. Took the last bus to the middle of nowhere, “we will hitchhike the rest of the way” was the plan, except this is Hungary, 11:00 pm in the middle of farmland bumfudge nowhere, zero traffic, the last bus left, and we still had…
That's mine. The Bhopal disaster is a close second. That fucking Day After movie is still the worst, though.
THIS IS GOOD NEWS FOR SUPERMAN.
What else am I supposed to wear when I pose under he Wild Card banner?
“I felt bad until I found out he had different beliefs than me, then I thought, ehh screw him!” Gawker media, everyone!
Thank god this isn’t true. I want to get great at sex, but having it 600,000 times seemed daunting.
A big thing for me is that I have ADHD and a bit of a temper. I’m not violent, but I can instantly go from jovial/happy to stern and, honestly quite frightening at the flip of a switch. My wife is on the autism spectrum. We don’t want to pass any of that down to any potential kids, and my temper issues alone are…
Or spite. Because I’d hate for my worthless half-brother to be the one who continues the family name.
Darker please! I saw some things ;p
Most men wouldn’t able to find their car in the lot if they did that.
Somewhat surprisingly, it appears they lack the will of the warrior.
Sneak into an old folks home and find someone with dementia? This is serious business man, no holds barred.
My dad’s preferred method of splinter removal was to whip out his buck knife and just dig at it until it was removed, usually resulting in a minor wound that hurt worse than the splinter did.
Incidentally, we tried really hard not to complain about splinters in his presence. The same went for loose teeth, thanks to…
I’m shocked to hear that! Shocked, I tell you!