Chicken. Hard to fuck up chicken. Don't order the steak. I haven't been to an Outback in probably ten years, but the last steak I had there was about seventy percent gristle.
Chicken. Hard to fuck up chicken. Don't order the steak. I haven't been to an Outback in probably ten years, but the last steak I had there was about seventy percent gristle.
The Geto Boys' first record came out when I was about eleven, and a friend of mine somehow got his hands on a copy. It remains the only legitimately frightening listening experience I've ever had, and I own half a dozen Throbbing Gristle records.
No true alcoholic would ever say it's "too early in the day."
I fucking love Willie D. That said, doesn't Beyonce have a ton of Grammys already? So this is more about her not winning one specific Grammy? Certainly no one's telling Beyonce to buy a ticket.
He used the N-word and they let it slide? That's fucked up. I mean… I have no further eloquence, except that that's fucked up, and it's doubly fucked up that this guy's made the obscene amount of money that he's made for being whatever the hell he is.
Is that the thing? I thought it was riding up.
Breathe, take it easy, and give it a shot. Being physically attracted to someone doesn't equate to objectifying him/her - hell, we'd have died out long ago if it did.
If you can handle the distance, I think you should roll the dice on that guy. I think we spend too much time obsessing about this stuff. Christ knows I do, and I'm trying like hell not to anymore. Life is goddamn short.
Rend thy garments!
You know, it might well be - I don't know their work at all, so that's possible (hell, maybe even likely.)
Hooray! (drinks)
Shit like that makes me think that maybe all this shit about the imminent Rise of the Machines is a tad overblown.
That's really, really cool. I was too young for the Giant for the most part - I think I was six or seven for WMIII - but I'd have loved to have just been in his presence once. I can't really imagine what it must have been like.
Nothin's better than the Meat Truck, Shenanigan.
God help me, I would watch a documentary about Pastamania. What the hell was that?
Hulk Hogan: TRAIN!
Hulk Hogan: SAY YOUR PRAYERS!
Hulk Hogan: TAKE YOUR VITAMINS!
Yep. They voted "No" at the end to grandstand like they aren't complicit, but when they had a chance to fucking nip the thing in the bud, they ushered her right through.
That might be my least favorite thing about Disqus. Like, no, fuck off, don't me to deal with shit. Tell me the user's history is private, like a fucking grown-up.
Except that she's been confirmed. And like FutureMan said, why would elected Republicans care? The free market is holy, and their kids all go to Dalton and Exeter and whatnot, anyway. For Christ's sake, Flint's water is still poisonous. If anything proves they don't give a shit, it's that.
Dude gave himself gout, and no one gave a shit. I mean, seriously, who the fuck wants to see a movie about Mark David Chapman?