This is a man who loves to dish it out, but can never take it. He straight up accused her (with no proof) of paying people to riot at his rallies, and she didn’t bat an eyelash. She gets medium-sassy and his head explodes.
This is a man who loves to dish it out, but can never take it. He straight up accused her (with no proof) of paying people to riot at his rallies, and she didn’t bat an eyelash. She gets medium-sassy and his head explodes.
Guys, my (Latino) husband doesn’t know it yet because he’s not home, but our couples Halloween costume is now Nasty Woman and Bad Hombre, this nightmare election is finally giving me something useful.
And what provoked it? Her making a joke at the expense of his tax evasion. A tiny little jab which doesn’t even hold a candle to the sorts of things he’s said about her.
We are so grateful in the UK that you knocked Brexit to the “And finally...” section of the 2016 history books.
USA! USA! USA!USA! USA! USA!USA! USA! USA!USA! USA! USA!
“America: Singlehandedly Making Brexit Look Not So Bad On The ‘Fucking Disaster’ Scale”
Nolan Ryan’s last playoff game was against Seattle in 1993 when he was 46. He faced Dave Fleming who was half his age.
In ‘08, Moyer (45) opposed Matt Garza (24). There probably is a bigger gap but shit, 21 years. That’s a legal beer drinker right there.
In a Dodger article comment thread, if any name deserves spell check it’s Koufax.
Sorry but I’m going to be that guy...
Yep. The clothes I am wearing right now are so far beyond foul that Alex Jones will use the smell to describe both Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton, any day now.
Excuse me, I am very proud of my half-assed workouts where I barely sweat and quit after 20 minutes.
Penguin and Nygma....
Or if he spends five minutes trying to climb a building only to repeatedly run into the wall over and over again.
Ugh Assassins Creed barely even needs the modern day stuff. What makes it compelling is the ongoing battle throughout two secret societies over the ages and this secret alternate history that exists. The modern day stuff helps frame that but is hardly necessary to enjoy the core of the franchise, which is stabbing…
I will forgive the AC movie if at some point Michael Fassbender is told he has to go climb a bunch of towers so he knows how to get around the city better. Just him doing an exasperated sigh, and then a five minute montage of climb, eagle, leap into a bale of hay, repeat.
Sidequests. Endless sidequests. The proper Assassins Creed movie should be long stretches of him collecting things, helping random people, and then eventually shrugging and saying “fine, I’ll go face the big boss I guess.”
I’d see it’s more Heathcliff than anything.
I think it might actually be Nermal.
I dislike Sundays. Make me some spaghetti, Jim.