Stumping for your own city being number #1 is a waste of keystrokes.
Stumping for your own city being number #1 is a waste of keystrokes.
I kept waiting for the part where the guy on the bike hands someone Pad Thai.
1: Agree.
Not bad.
I think it looks oddly realistic, in that, if I had to listen to some of that dialogue personally, I would also totally go on a killing spree.
Best of the day.
Begs the question: How paranoid must one be to propose a conspiracy that benefits absolutely no one?
Dumb problems: “My room temperature butter always goes bad, and I wish my life was marginally better!”
Falls apart when multiple teams become involved in not drafting Ethan Westbrooks. Big conspiracies don’t work. Much less one where you ask a bunch of high-ego, alpha personalities, on a day where everyone is on edge, to help anyone but their own team.
EVERY DAY? What is this...
He’s just angling to be Trump’s VP.
Conservatives playing fast and loose with science.
We are breaking away from the basketball game to go to live coverage of the Aubrey McClendon car chase. And you can see Mr McClendon there...oh...well. Back to the live broadcast of the New York Knicks vs. the Houston Rockets!
Paging Mr. Trump. Paging Mr. Trump. We’ve located your eyebrows. Please locate the nearest white courtesy phone.
I look forward to being murdered by this impressive achievement.
Whoa, I think that is freshly-coined, and good.
There are WAY too many dicks in that room*.
So, we hesitate use the word “sport” for “sports” with minimal exertion, risk, etc.
Big-watch propaganda!