Talk amongst yourselves about whatever, but all I can say (yes I am fine wth $70M guaranteed, did you fucking watch Superb Owl L or not??) is…
THAT’S GOOD BRONCOS!!!!
"This site goes down so often we oughta change the name to “Dating Nancy Reagan”" – Horatio

Talk amongst yourselves about whatever, but all I can say (yes I am fine wth $70M guaranteed, did you fucking watch Superb Owl L or not??) is…
THAT’S GOOD BRONCOS!!!!
Welp, we know which henchwoman is going to have a tired, sore jaw in a few hours……
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Going to say:
1. Because babies can’t see anything but shapes and colors
f} No
3. None, see f}
http://rlv.zcache.ca/not_that_kind_of_doctor_t_shirts-r4fcaa77fbb0745909b02dee77570367b_jfsdy_324.jpg
though I suspect she’s not any kind of doctor.
Zeaxanthin?
It appears that you have missed one of the many West Coast DFO meetups by not having gone this weekend.
Fear not.
I am floating here the idea of a Northeast Corridor DFO meetup. Somewhere on the Northeast Corridor. For the first time. Again.
http://chronicclimberchick.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/crickets.jpg
The Acela is one of the best things about living here.
PK has poisoned that well to the point that Union Carbide Bhopal is like “Hey, you might want to back off on that a little,” but the Acela is just so very, very good.
Moar trainz pleez…
Acela is good, but it could be so much better. Amtrack will never be able to upgrade to fully fast speed trains because they can’t get the right of way now. I loved taking the train DC/NYC, but while I love trains, the time/cash/experience tradeoff just isnt’ worth it Chicago to DC. And there won’t be high speed rail anytime soon across the US. But, if you figure out an East Coast meetup, I’ll do my damndest to make it. I still don’t identify midwest.
Gotta be extra careful about checking for one leg on the ground when you play at this table
http://img06.deviantart.net/3d81/i/2012/246/2/6/tiny_snooker_table_by_momsawesomecreations-d5den8j.jpg
The clots can’t stick to anything if there’s no inflammation on the arteriolar walls regardless of how much fat is in the bloodstHNGH
/garroted by unknown assailant
I do have a policy of not dating anyone from my corner bar, because you don’t piss where you eat. As far as the particular bouncer in question, I’ve already lost the card. Bouncers are generally pretty good people, with some interesting ink, but you do have to be a bit aware of past and present re: gang ties, moreso in Chicago. DC was better about that….I have a fun story about a tequila tasting….
If you insist. This was, perhaps 10+ years ago? There was a tequila and kamikaze tasting. There were bonus shots for trivia. I’m good at trivia. I met some lovely Swedish people, and we all ended up at my favorite bar at the time. I had a vodka soda (still drink that now, sometimes) and I remember putting it down and talking to the bouncer…and I remember the bar closing and talking to people while sweeping occured, and I remember the taxi, which had minimum of fooling around, nothing too indecent, and I remember (redacted), and I remember missing my train and spending the night over there, and I remember having to wake up early to go teach horseback, and I remember seeing him again the next night and feeling awkward, mostly on my part, and I remember that the bartender who was working that night gave me an open tab for the next two years. So. Good, I guess? I left a really cute hat there too, if that matters.
I got super attached to my hats.
Then my head grew 5 sizes while losing all its hair when I was in my early 20s.
Then all the hats I had looked like little freshman beanies on my giant cantaloupe head.
The attachment waned considerably.
Hats no longer become a person of my appearance.
To me “Ghostbusters 2” is the definitive proof of the fact that lightning in a bottle cannot be recaptured.
All the elements were there, and there were definitely way more laughs to be had than in any modern comedy, but it fell so far from the original that it was just another movie as opposed to the epic game-changer that created it.
Is that the one with Tobey Parker?
Who did Tobey Parker play in the 2002 film?
I was at a good bar in a horrible place the other day, I had a lovely conversation with the bouncer that I haven’t followed up on (but I do still have the business card that says Ronnie, Security) and despite the douchebros around me, I realized I was having more fun that I usually do on a date. I kinda really hate dating. But I’ve lost my point, this bar had something on the TV that included a bit with a shitton of Von Miller highlights, and dude is a badass. They gave a sacks/game stat, and he’s like third career-wise, and probably first if you account for rule adjustments. I told Pats fan and to be fair, he hasn’t watched much football in the past few years cause job, but he was like, “who is Von Miller?” and then I told him about the chickens and the nerd glasses and the Super Bowl and he said that was excellent and so were my tits and I agreed.
You’re awfully good at this, Trev.
Makes me think you might be an actual woman in Chicago instead of a 16-year-old troll of desperate older men on an obscure football/dick joke blog in Des Moines.
In making a previous comment I became aware of a distinct lack of respect paid on this site to one of the greatest geniuses in cinematic history.
I am speaking, of course, about “Savage” Steve Holland.
If it were just “Better Off Dead” and nothing else we should worship him as a god.
http://img.pandawhale.com/post-30755-look-I-cant-move-my-right-arm-9tyQ.gif
And…well…that’s kind of it actually.
I thought “How I Got Into College” was hilarious because I was going through the process when it came out, and he gave us The Whammy! (seriously)
http://media.urbandictionary.com/image/page/whammy-11452.jpg
So Q-Tip one back for “Savage” Steve Holland tonight and make sure to DVR “Better Off Dead” the next time it’s on.
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Eh, he’s a nice enough guy, but I’m not really into it. It just feels like he’s trying to hard, and he’s not super open minded about anything outside of what he’s decided his identity should be. I’ll admit to being pretty shallow about some things, but I should be able to talk to a dude for 20 minutes without being cuttingly sarcastic if I’m gonna fool around with him.
See, when you blow your hand off with fireworks I feel like the teaching moment is lost in the result of the act.
Sure you learn your lesson not to mess around with fireworks, and chances are pretty good that you’ll take any necessary future precautions to avoid blowing off your other hand.
But it seems to me that the point of diminishing returns is reached and breached about the same time you strike the match.
I just meant the particular instance of the individual and their other hand, but these are all good points of a more broadly societal nature that I hadn’t previously considered.
My wife texts a coworker today. Unbeknownst to her said coworker changed his number to a local one. She gets the obligatory “Who this?” It’s quickly determined what has transpired, but douche gets anonymous-brave and turns rude. Wife, knowing the area code of the old number is Boston ends it with “Brady will spend four weeks sucking Giselle’s strap-on while Goodell watches. NO ONE DENIES THIS!” End scene.
*sniff* I’m…so proud.
All this other controversy and THE II never gets mentioned.
http://66.media.tumblr.com/849ce98ff8b62bd2d48d2508f1961103/tumblr_oa7yljgAgy1thr7ppo2_1280.jpg
It was brought up before, but there are some damn funny dick joke comments on the twitterbook.
Early photographic selfie technology.
http://67.media.tumblr.com/c70cbe30e50df7c76d2fa9c20e2d9706/tumblr_nktarcEPbp1rb5obvo1_1280.jpg
I love the smell of Christiefreude at teatime…smells like boiled kale…
http://www.nj.com/opinion/index.ssf/2016/07/chris_christies_worst_day_ever_moran.html
If Lindsay Vonn had dropped an actual hammer on her foot like she does in that Reeses ad she’d have broken about 15 bones.
The hammer weighs 16 lbs.
If you say you wouldn’t you’re more full of shit than the Augean Stables:
http://pendleac.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Hitchon.jpg
Here we see how the intelligent GM waits until after the 4th Of July to sign their big money pass rusher.
They had multiple offers on the table for months and had agreed to the total contract values and length quite some time ago; Miller’s agent and the NFLPA wanted him to wait and see what the guaranteed money would be for other signings would be. The signing resulted in about twice the original guarantee offer.
That was a Jason Pierre-Paul joke…you know, Hand Go Boom?
Happens to me all the time…
Don’t start shit you can’t finish. http://i.imgur.com/9hWvBPp.mp4
Wheeeeee! http://imgur.com/r3Zx7Km
I lived through it.
That was all I needed.
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