Begun, the Ump Wars have.
TINS
tins
Appropriate for a bunch of jerk-offs.
The last genuinely good NFS was 2012‘s Most Wanted. I don’t know who they’ve got working on Heat (Ghost, I have to assume), but for the love of Christ...drop the “cinematic story” bullshit and just focus on the damn racing. The Crew tried it and it didn’t work. NFS keeps trying it, and it doesn’t work...just STOP.
Payba…
If they bring back the cops vs robbers multiplayer from Hot Pursuit then I’ll be interested. Can’t stand this open world thing for arcade racers.
re: farts - never, ever, ever assume one is going to be silent.
Watch it. She's liable to call you out for putting the period outside the quotation marks.
You might be younger, but back when it was Parcells and Gibbs going at it, those games were always physical, intense affairs, and usually had big NFC East playoff implications.
Even if the 99 lives cheat code worked for WASH QB’s, they would still have to sign someone off the scrap heap in December.
It’s true, the Element is classy.
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Yes.
“Start your hurling, it’s John Sterling!”
There’s an old saying - old but true - that the Yankees play a doubleheader every day. One game is what the fans and viewers see, and the other is what John Sterling sees. Every time I hear him go off with his mmmitishigh, mmmitisfar, mmmitisgawne I just want to shove knitting needles in my ears until the points…
This also perplexed me. Conforto? Maybe even possibly Syndergaard?
a franchise cornerstone that something like a third of the team’s fanbase somehow still thinks is a scrub
a franchise cornerstone that something like a third of the team’s fanbase somehow still thinks is a scrub
PRIDE: I mean, it has to be the peacock, right? Look at those vain motherfuckers struttin’ around with their fancy-pants feathers.
They should have two lines at the pharmacy when you’re dropping off scripts. One for the jagoffs that (most likely, rightfully) have a billion dumbass questions about the meds they need and the cost (so you’re saying I shouldn’t blend my narcotics into a frozen margarita?!) and one for the people who have been taking…
I say that to my wife every night, but she never agrees.
There I was, behind center for the Buffalo Bills. What madness led to this I had no time to ponder. As the supple leather of the ball slid into my hand, I took one step back, then two, then three. As I surveyed the field for potential recipients, I saw an outside linebacker charging like an angry rhino directly at my…
whoa whoa whoa, hold the fuck up.