This is like trying to decide between rooting for corn on pizza or ketchup on steak. Fuck both of them.
Nerd
Serious here. Try life without most of the NFL.
Several years ago, I was in two fantasy leagues and a couple of pick’em, spend $2 to win $18, kind of leagues.
After I got married and started a family, I cut out the fantasy leagues because it just wasn’t fun when I couldn’t devote the time. I switched jobs and went…
This is like an R-rated version of those “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” books.
Spending a shitload of money on Tarot decks just to fish out one card? He also sort of tried to confess it, and she said it didn’t matter.
Question, though. Do we really think he fucked her powers out of her?
I don’t know if it’s Broccoli. I’m not saying the Bond girl roles of the 60s and 70s were the most enlightened, but there have been enough documentaries, Bond specials and other post-movie events where the women seem to fully embrace the roles. I get it... career advancement, PTSD, etc...
Seymour may very well be the…
Hard to imagine why he strayed
Thank you! Also, can someone tell me when we all lost the ability to type “Aw!” or even “Awwwww” when someone posts a picture of a baby or a puppy?
Now, people keep saying “Awe”
My baby is cute. But you don’t have to genuflect.
Also, I’m really thinking of making “How do you spell the opposite of ‘win’” a question I ask…
Holy shit, do better.
Unless you guys are refusing to see Star Wars next month, in the words of Shania... This don’t impressa me much
So, awards are not based on actual merit, but on how nice the company treats the press?
Two things:
Fuck you and your Yelp
Marco’s is quality cheap pizza to feed hungry children. Little Caesar’s claim to fame was “HOLY SHIT! TWO PIZZAS!” and has been going downhill ever since. But, it’s great for birthday parties, PTO functions and “feed a bunch of volunteers” events.
You people shut your filthy whore mouths about Godfather’s. Their cinnamon streusel pizza is like meth for fat people.
They’d probably do better in a pizza buffet ranking, now that I think about it. Coming up fast on the outside is Pizza Ranch, which is a Midwestern thing.
Fuck Papa John’s right in the nostril.
Flip that around. You really want reporters making that value judgement?
“Three women accused Smith of raping them, but they came off like trailer park trash when we talked to them, so they probably are just mad he was cheating on all of them.”
The number of accusers stands on its own. There is no need to say it…
The magical number that will make the word “alleged” disappear?
One. One conviction.
At some point, we need to get a list going. Here’s mine:
Mel Gibson still watch — Tequila Sunrise and Lethal Weapon
I want, in order of preference: