I remember going a few times with my parents, IIRC we saw Close Encounters of the 3rd kind at a drive in, trippy as hell for a kid.

Right there with you, I stopped watching sports a long time ago when it became apparent to me that loyalty to a hometown team was not going to in any way be returned by said team’s owners, and said team could just up and move if the owners stood to make a little more profit.

You forgot “While schooling someone online about improperly referring to a magazine as a clip.”

That’s how you handle it all right. Show concern for the fan’s safety and reach out to make sure they won’t take a financial hit from any injuries that may of occurred.

I’m just pissed that the man had the resources to buy a Sherman and he got one with that basic-ass 75mm gun instead of a 76mm m1. How the fuck does he expect to fight off the elderly argentinian gentleman down the street and his Panther? (Only one owner! Drove when parked!)

I’ve been in older houses where the wall with the fireplace was literally the only wall in the living room with enough uninterrupted space for a modern TV. Every other wall had windows or doors that made then unsuitable. Couch in front of a window is fine because you’re not blocking the light, but a TV in front of a…

“Timmy has been chosen to be the first participant in our new Early Vocational and Career Training program!”

I guess bolt action is OK for some. I prefer my M82, which I carry in a back-of-the-belt holster so I don’t have to bend down to get it.

Ironically enough, the first Dirty Harry movie was about having to deal with a crazy sniper, and at no point involved Harry blowing him away from 1000 yards with his 44 magnum. Funny that.

There was a guy lamenting the fact that he didn’t bring his gun to the concert with him. You know, that pistol he has that’s accurate at 400 yards...

So who’s kid gets to play bathroom monitor instead of being in class? Do they rotate or is it just the one kid everybody agrees isn’t going to amount to anything anyway? :P

I’ll take an armored Dodge Caravan in dark blue, with a “Baby on board” sticker in the side window and a sticker family in the back. My female driver, although completely professional and highly trained, will sport an “I wish to talk to your manager” haircut and a knitted sweater.

Actually kind of interesting. It was a newspaper aimed at rural folks.

I saw the initial tweet, laughed and hoped the person responsible got a raise, and then moved on. A few weeks later I was going “What? Why is smug anime Wendy a thing? OH GOD WHY IS THERE PORN?!!”

Very interesting read, thank you.

I was really happy to discover that we had a copy tucked away in the stacks at my library. Very interesting historical resource, particularly when coupled with other local history resources and used to identify long gone black owned businesses.

Saw it in the theater and had an involuntary butt clench when their car broke down, just based on having read enough about that era.

I’m sure in the interest of historical accuracy they’ll be fine with an image of a beer bellied dude in his 50s falling on top of a native american wrestler.

The revised seal should show them “Wrestling” if you know what I mean. After all, politically arranged marriages were used to “foster good relations” quite often back in the day.

This is exactly in line with the endless stream of unbearable assholes demanding and getting refunds at restaurants and retail establishments over some minor or imagined slight, and it teaches the same lesson, be an unbearable asshole, get rewarded.