For those who don’t speak Spanish, he’s saying “GOL, PUTOS!” in the double-finger gif. It literally translates to “goal, man-whores!” or “goal, group of whores of mixed genders!” but should be translated as “goal, bitches!”
For those who don’t speak Spanish, he’s saying “GOL, PUTOS!” in the double-finger gif. It literally translates to “goal, man-whores!” or “goal, group of whores of mixed genders!” but should be translated as “goal, bitches!”
Okay, so, a little explainer: Blood and Soil was about the quasi-mystical reverence that the Nazis had for German peasants and the land they cultivated, believing that it represented some authentic German essence or some weird shit.
Incubi are male sex demons, just FYI. So, I’m guessing no on that score.
“That’s OK, he’s my cousin.”
They’re vampires. Unless you have another word for pale old men who live forever by sucking the life and sanity out everything and everyone beneath them?
Worst. Xenobiologist. Ever.
In your defense, literally all of the more thoughtful and numbers-heavy responses basically boil down to: he was playing in the 70's. Or, as you put it, ‘cause he’s old, idiot.
The basic underlying theme here is that we’re all fucked because people won’t address problems whose addressing runs counter to their own self-interest.
Among the worst crimes of 2016 was the introduction of the phrase “fake news” into the lexicon of America’s mouthbreathers, up to and including the President.
My favorite part of this interaction was the part where you took a someone’s generous offer of peace—“I’m entitled to an opinion, as are you”—and went full Pepe in response.
So, a Giants fan?
Red Sox suffer from what the Mets dubbed “Johan Santanitis.” I believe there was one contest that the Mets won because Johan not only threw a shutout but also hit a home run, winning 1-0.
Racist.
I definitely read the headline as “Al could steal CEO’s jobs” and it took me a while to figure out that it wasn’t some dastardly fellow named Albert who was gunning for all the C-Suite positions. Time for another cup of coffee.
I don’t understand why people are okay with a fan doing it but not a player. Gamesmanship by the fans strikes me as worse—at least the player is in the game, and has his reputation on the line.
“I have strong opinions about something I know nothing about!”
In the tradition of Jon Hamm’s John Ham, the proper nomenclature would be Cable Hamm, which makes it even more explicitly dicklike.
Bucknor: As you stare into the strike zone, the strike zone stares into you.