When they say they’re folding the subblogs, does that mean they’ll be rolled back into the main sites, or that they’re getting rid of them entirely? Because the behind closed ovens people are going to be pissed.
When they say they’re folding the subblogs, does that mean they’ll be rolled back into the main sites, or that they’re getting rid of them entirely? Because the behind closed ovens people are going to be pissed.
Are you calling my Nana a liar?
It’s a tomato troll.
For what it’s worth, it’s a well-written piece by Dayna Evans that she started while she was still at Gawker. Not sure why they’re bringing it up on this article, though.
Same. I tried Aveda briefly a while back, loved what it did to my hair but I was going through a $30 bottle every week.
Sorry to be creepy, but how are you in the grays? I feel like you’ve been around forever.
Krapsnaps has me giggling like an idiot.
I was in the middle of taking a big bite of onion dip when I got to “hair plug swollen with rancid egg whites” and I about near gagged.
I have POTS too! Is that why I run into door frames all of the time?
Cole Swindel looks great until you get to that stupid baseball hat.
-Jaguars fans
I’m giving her a pass because for once it’s not a half-up pony.
The ACC’s the one that said his knee was down and the play should have been dead, if it was a fumble with a clean recovery I think they would have much rather announced that instead.
She may be walking back the texture of her hair, but it looks like she’s doubling down on the self tanner.
Also “A live ball becomes dead an an official shall sound his whistle or declare it dead: ... b. When any part of the ball carrier’s body, except his hand or foot, touches the ground or when the ball carrier is tackled or otherwise falls and loses possession of the ball as he contacts the ground with any part of his…
“To fumble the ball is to lose player possession by any act other than passing, kicking or successful handing. The status of ball is a fumble.” He’s in the act of passing, so it wouldn’t be considered a fumble.
I head over to the small French bistro I work at in DC, where I serve, bartend and manage. The place is super laid back and far better known for its parties than its food.
He’s palming the ball. It is in no way “on the way out of his hand.”