Poor, pouty Cam... the world would be so much better if everything would just go your way.
Poor, pouty Cam... the world would be so much better if everything would just go your way.
How about some tasty new(-ish) thrash from Kreator?
With clenched jaw and rapid cadence, he also explained in wild, unsolicited detail: his favorite Skynyrd album, how the Illuminati own the patent to the water-powered car, the REAL reasons his high school girlfriend dumped him, how wrestling isn’t fake, why Top Gun was fucking awesome and that an entire race of Yeti…
Philip Rivers will never, ever, ever pass up the opportunity to show someone up.
That man is clean out of fucks.
So to encapsulate: the New England citizenry, which has noisily prided itself on their violent protest of their government 200 years ago, are now outraged by fellow citizens exercising the same right. What a bunch of pussies.
This is really interesting. What else is happening in your absurd alternate reality? Is JFK still alive? Do cars fly?
His forward progress had stopped and if you’re wondering if Adams’ head was targeted, notice how far his mouthpiece flies out of his facemask after the hit.
Adams and barely hit the grass when his teammates began motioning for the stretcher. Terrifying. Trevathan needs a suspension and a good ol’ fashioned cock punching.
This is likely the Chargers best and only subject for a 30 in 30 episode.
$400 in the hole, you can almost see the moment on Anupama’s face when she thinks, “Fuck it, if I’m losing this game, I’m going out in a blazing eruption of flames, smoke and hot molten steel... what’s that Todd Helton team again?”
Ballsy rhetoric from a draft dodger.
Mark Langston
That Johnson needs a good beating.
With three Stanley Cups in the last ten years and consistently high attendance for each NHL team (not to mention its four AHL teams), we must finally declare California as a hockey state.
Really cool to see a Simmons do something that didn’t feel smug and unoriginal by the halfway point.
Swap one and four and you’re good.
Lost interest at “metalcore.”
Jesus. That synopsis makes “Blue Velvet” seem like a Farrelly brothers movie.