I set them up all the time. Granted, this is on a gym floor, not a back yard. It’s definitely not better in theory; it’s a blast.
I set them up all the time. Granted, this is on a gym floor, not a back yard. It’s definitely not better in theory; it’s a blast.
as opposed to all those sinking ones
He is just a shill for BIG SHIFT KEY
Jesus it’s Steph Curry and it’s not even close
I tweeted about this yesterday, but I’m gonna put the take here because maybe you’re already freaking out about…
You did it. You won the game. Congrats. Now it’s over, and the time has come to move on.
let me tell you, it’s fucking nuts
What, wait, did they outlaw cocaine in Chicago or something?
Based on this article, getting there a couple hours before the game would be about 10 hours too late.
I think it’s still fundamentally a old-style network show, in that each individual episode had a problem/case to solve--oh hey, a divorcing couple hired killers to kill each other!--even if it also had an over-arching narrative it was going. The stuff in the middle was entertaining, so I wouldn’t call it filler, but…
He’s a chaotic good.
I wonder what 1998 Matt Damon is whispering in his ear. Something sultry, no doubt.
I assume that an average round of golf for Donald Trump goes like this.
As a Mets fan, I prefer to think of this as the 10th anniversary of Endy Chavez’s catch. Also, fuck Aaron Heilman.
He volunteered to go on tv as an undecided voter in possibly the nastiest and most obvious presidential election in modern history. I’m having a really hard time mustering sympathy for him.
Harambe was like my son. I raised him. And when he died a part of me died. But now you’re the one. You’re the one that’s gonna keep his spirit alive. You’re the one that’s gonna make sure that he didn’t die for nothing. Now you’re gonna have to go through hell. Worse than any nightmare you ever dreamed. But in the…
Harambe died so Ken Bone could live.
You’re the real hero of this article.
This morning from the Swiftwatch desk, this dress:
You trying to say Jesus Christ can’t hit a curveball?