I guess we finally know what “fucked around and got a triple-double” looks like.
I guess we finally know what “fucked around and got a triple-double” looks like.
If it was “fine” then why would you have retaliated with low knee shots as payback?
Radical measure to (somewhat) address (some) of these issues. From 18-39, everyone’s vote should count as 1.0; from 40-49, 0.9; from 50-59, 0.8; etc etc.
He posted some tweets explaining what happened, but apparently he deleted them shortly after. Something about karaoke.
Shit, looks like you’re right.
It was at least good to read in one of the other posts (by whoever wrote the Fun Bag last week, I forget who it was) that Drew had messaged her some words of encouragement. I sort of assumed he was in a coma or something up until that point.
I wonder if in 20 years the dictionary definition of “complicated” will say “being a talented POS.”
My favorite part about Boston is feeling like you are actually meandering through a back passageway of an office building or strip mall when you walk between some of the terminals.
Plus, Detroit has that awesome psychedelic hallway.
Today I learned that “whang” is a real word and not just one of those visual sound effects from the old Batman tv show.
I’m dumb, so forgive me, but...since everything is so mathematical in chess, isn’t there a point where there aren’t any more surprises, and you basically plug numbers into a formula to pick a move? Are we close to that point, where everything is already figured out? Is there ever serious talk of maybe adding a row to…
Either he doesn’t actually weigh 285, or a bunch of guys in the NBA are lying about their weight. There is no way he would be the second heaviest guy in the league, he just doesn’t look that big.
I mean, I get that he’s not a hip mumble rapper with face tattoos, but what high school student doesn’t even know who Kanye West is?
The climate change doom reason was by far the most reasonable one, in my opinion.
Big problems don’t make smaller ones “not problems.”
This is like when I randomly tune into a baseball playoff game these days and don’t know who any of the players are. Just because I stopped paying attention to baseball after the 90s and don’t recognize the names doesn’t mean the players aren’t any good.
Not really the same thing at all, but I ran college track, and one cold day I ran by the practice lacrosse field wearing those sort of “baggy tights” (or tight sweatpants) things and some guy on the lacrosse team yelled “nice tights!” from about 50 yards away. I ignored him, but I was just thinking, “Dude! We’re both…
Salamat, po.
Dave Grohl put him up to it.
It’s not even a good name!