Not always, you don’t need Freddy every single time, sometimes it works spontaneously.

Just absolutely brutal

Is that you, Greeinie? I bet you get a manicure before you ever pick up a club, doncha?

That’s how it was done when I was a kid. We had vaccination day, stood in line scared of the needles and the pain and the whatever, got our shots and moved along.

He’s going to go down in history as one of the greatest politicians this country has ever seen. He’s a Jesuit-educated Yale law school grad who used that brilliant education and mind to actually take on the tough job of governing — at every level — and he’s brilliant at it.

Pretzel sticks are 1A though, because you can mix and match them in the same bowl with other snacks like goldfish or cheezits or even chips and have a double-good snack.

I just wish the eating contests would die. There is nothing more foul or vile than watching these people stuff food into their mouths as fast as they can. It’s everything that is wrong with this country — over-hyped competition for a non-competitive thing — eating — and gluttony.

The general reaction I have seen even from Atleti fans is that he busted his ass and worked hard for the team and wants to play in a different system and he’s being respected for that.

kids! smdh

Yeah, because we all skipped over the FIRST THREE PICTURES he posted that featured women. Sweet mother in dunderheads, next you’ll tell us that there wasn’t enough fucking glitter and that the rainbow flags weren’t rainbow-y enough.

I’m a pretty straight dude but goddamn today would be an awesome fucking day to be a gay lioness ready to pounce.

The Royal Family operates at a profit of more than $250 million dollars per year. The estimated impact they have on tourism is upwards of a billion dollars in government coffers but sure, they’re the parasites.

He pulled a Bean, Sean Bean

“There has never been an NBA without Harvey Pollack”

Go fuck a dead slave-owners corpse you whiny bitch, while you di I am gonna wipe my ass with whatever symbol you fuckwits use to note the greatest traitors this nation has ever known.

Like, say ... ummm ... Pete Rose Jr.! He was 17 in ‘86, so yeah, yeah, it was him, it was him I’m tellin’ ya!

Well thank goodness what you took from 16 minutes of comedic excellence was how shitty you are with your finances and how some stranger on TV obliquely referred to your previous dire financial situation. That took some Olympic quality pretzel-twisting.

You really need to find some hobbies if you think this story is anything other than a really stupid promotion. This isn’t the white people’s version of “Letters from a Utah jail”. Go have a soda or something, or a fucking hamburger with mayo and lighten the fuck up, Francis.

Yeah, you tell’em brother!

Wait until the Jaxons get of age, you’ll see some steroid-era shit then.