skippywolfram66
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I am sure that Saudi Arabia appreciates the irony of desperate folks (remotely) crashing airborne vehicles into important targets...or not.

Well, they are until they get close to that figure skater Trump was hot for.

In a phrase: ABOUT FUCKING TIME!

Holy crap. Perfect timing. I had an interview at safe sport a couple weeks ago and withdrew after the second round because of a weird vibe  from all involved.

It would simplify this whole issue if the USOC merged with the NCAA. Then there would be just one venal amateur-athletic racket to take out into the desert and drop in a hole.

I’m looking for the proper exclamation, but all I can think to say is “Jesus!” of Nazareth’s goal. 

The Immaculate Deception

I know the song Love Hurts!

You love to see it, but Love Hurts. Nazareth was Not Fakin’ It with that Razamanaz move. Knowing she could Expect No Mercy from Miss Misery, the keeper committed to Go Down Fighting, but a Teenage Nervous Breakdown left her a Broken Down Angel that needs a Holiday. In conclusion, Hair Of The Dog.

The guy in the background was so impressed that his ball dropped.

Jesus, Nazareth... have mercy

I didn’t know you could dunk on a goalkeeper.

It’s great that you didn’t take the pills, but please dispose of them in the regular garbage. Flushing pills has created its own environmental problem.

As a public service, I take the drugs people aren’t going to use to the police station to be destroyed.

It could contaminate the water system. I brought mine back to the police station in my town where they had a drop box for this. The CVS pharmacy in our town has one too.

Fer Chrissakes, now your pills are in the water table. Take them to your local police department. They all have pill drop-offs nowadays and they get incinerated in a way that doesn’t leave the chemical compounds intact.

Is that a wink-wink-I-flushed-the-pills? Like, “Publicly, I’m saying I flushed the pills; privately, you can take the rest”

After I left the hospital, I got prescribed Percocet—a mixture of oxycodone and acetaminophen. But I never took the pills, because they scared me to death.