…hopefully, they’ll leave out the unfortunately titled segment, Bindi Swims With The Stingrays. For the record, this is a horrible idea, especially after the passing of her father.
Typical of my favorite baseball team. Instead of getting an exciting young manager who could be around for the next twenty years if he’s successful (Joe Girardi), the Cubs are hiring a zombie (Lou Piniella). If Kerry Wood wasn’t injured all the time, he could come over and throw a 98 MPH fastball directly at my groin, because that’d feel just as good as this managerial decision.
Kill, kill, kill…ahh, ahh, ahh. Kill, kill, kill…ahh, ahh, ahh.
This clip is the greatest meltdown in the history of athletics. There’s nothing else that can be said.
Hey, let’s not rush to judgement on this.
Perhaps this is the explanation for my enjoyment of absurdly hot food? Who wants a hot curry? Who?
Oh, to write as well as Gammons. How great it is to have him back.
Turn out, Willie Nelson smokes pot, and might also take hallucinogenic mushrooms. Thank God some enterprising cop busted his hippie ass. Honestly, who gives a fuck about drug use?
Yeah, maybe. Let’s not rush to judgement or anything. Idiots.
Jon Swift, whose background I neither know nor care about, punches the douchebags questioning the manhood of the two Fox News reporters kidnapped and later released. And he has a fairly compelling point: the people making these criticisms are simply beyond reproach. These critics are so despicable that it defies the imagination.
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