Are you sure that’s not Houston Stroker?
Are you sure that’s not Houston Stroker?
My boss’s name is Bronson. So, no comment.
I don’t have a problem with Shackleford Stanwick. I do, however, have a beef with his brother.
Hey, transgender people are in unions, too, they go to the bathroom, and they vote. #MakeAmericaPeeAgain
Hey, even Kunta Kinte eventually got a job working for Starfleet, so there’s that.
He was talking about the overweight ones--you know, “caloried.”
Bad list, as it insinuates there sports talk morning shows that could be deemed “watchable.”
My Dad lived his whole life in Pennsyltucky. Same thing.
Vlad gets in for the simple fact he didn’t wear batting gloves. Or body armor. And his helmet fit his head.
See “Presidential Election, 2016.” (or any quadrennial)
Yeah, but as his career progressed, he did get a big head.
Yeah, I get the feeling this is leaving them feeling a bit rattled.
Career: Killed.
I have an issue with never deleting emails after I choose to ignore them.
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I’ve always admired the Zapruder-esque qualities of that one.
...ship bunker fires were expected and nothing to be alarmed about. The world was a different place 100 years ago.
On the other hand, Mariah Carey and Times Square are made for each other.
A week or so ago, I had to fly back to PA to see my extremely sick Dad in the hospital. One of those “if you don’t go now, you may never see him again” things the wife pinned on me.