Let’s remember some cat puns:
Let’s remember some cat puns:
cats are a semi-regular occurrence at Sajik, interrupting Lotte Giants games every once in a while
ah, but what he threw came back to him, therefore it was a boomerang, not a stick, and thus he didn’t violate the rules because the rules only prohibit throwing sticks, not boomerangs.
Don’t forget, Deadspin’s greatest two way threat.
(As the Super Bowl comes to an end)
A Magary is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he gets out of intensive care.
They can rebuild him. They can make his takes better, faster, stronger.
He was Drew the Gray. After his battle with (the Balrog? for all we know) we believed him gone forever, but he has returned as Drew the White to help us destroy Sauron.
Whoa. Drew’s “accident” and “hospitalization” were apparently just a cover story while he was in the Weapon X program. Bring on the berserker attacks!
Counterpoint: this is better than literally anything else he would potentially otherwise be doing. Let’s just load Pebble Beach and see him in two years.
You’re right, it really is a sticky situation.
There’s something that is deeply sad and relatable about how badly he craves for his father to just acknowledge him, tell him that he’s done a good job, that he’s proud of him. Everything he posts is such an obvious attempt to look like he’s more manly and important, but is so clearly done in the hopes that Donald…
“Yeah, sure. Australia’s got a lot of poisonous spiders and snakes and stuff. It’s tough out there. BUT a lotta labs will pay good money for a fanged wolf bug or a black snake thing. I’m sayin, you go out there with your best snake bag and three to four old pasta sauce jars (with the labels peeled off and holes…
No one is over the BAD HAM TAKES.
Glad to have you back. Don’t ever leave again. Megan said bad things about ham. I’m still not over it.
Before it was (sort of) debunked, the weirdest Obama story was him eating precisely seven almonds every night. Real strange behavior, I say.
I don’t understand the narrative that people doubted this team could win. I don’t think anyone doubted that. I think far more people were resigned to that fact, disgusted by the inevitability, but no one doubted it.
Barnumite/Duluthian/now-Coloradan. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen Cloquet’s name anywhere ever on the internet. So - +1. My poem:
I’m honestly surprised anyone outside of a 10 mile radius of the town itself has heard of Cloquet. Unless you are within that 10 mile radius.