jackwebster

The mind is its own place and can make a Coeur d'Alene of Berkeley, a Berkeley of Coeur d'Alene.

just in a case a situation requiring the *** checks notes *** arises. evil doers with their own *** checks notes *** are everywhere.

does the lion look backwards to anybody else? like the stars and stripes on military uniforms?

A couple of others have mentioned it, but I think Jax grows and not a little. He's still all arms, legs, knees, and elbows. FS I see him at 65, 70 , and eventually 74. In college he'll go: 41, 49, 57,

ahhhhh ... the traditional springboard for the Masters in Leisure.

My point is not about the what that he might "air out." It's about the salesmanship of this what and our willingness to gobble it up.

don't like the bro-ese, but yeah. then again, the point is to drive traffic, and bc we are enslaved by the algorithm it will work. we're a bunch of marks.

for more on this breaking development, we're gonna check-in with our Chief Libelous Cliche officer Chad Stacy: "You know Kurt, I can't help but think he's a socopath."

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maybe not use terms like "beetlebrain"?

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Brutal couple of weeks for our sport, so I'm dissociating. What wrestling shoe is this $600 pair of Issey Miyake's built from?

If either story is true, then both are blameles; but, I doubt that either one made a blameless mistake. In any event, both have the responsibility for atoning. . . blameless or not.

I thought about this, too. Since we don't know what Sanderson did with what information, I won't speculate. I will point out that 2025 is not 2016. So even if all the particulars are the same,we shouldn't expect similar consequences.

This was my experience. Exhibit A: We were riding home from the Keystone Classic in a couple of 15 passenger vans. We stopped at a conscience store, and guys started walking out with the weirdest sh#t: sour cream, cottage cheese, eggs ... mostly dairy stuff from what I remember. Again, seemed pretty weird, but I wasn't really paying attention (cracked a rib). We get back on the highway, and it became clear that the two 15 passenger vans were going to have a food fight. They guys in the passenger seats started hurling the dairy at the other van. I wasn't at the rules session, but apparently the driver (both Grad Assts) was responsible for avoiding the incoming ordinance. They would speed to to 60-70 mph and then slam on the brakes. They would swerve from lane to Lane, take to the burn, tailgate, slam on the brakes in front of the tailgater, etc. Everyone was laughing, having a great time. I'm in the back row fearing for my life. I finally told them to pull over and let me out. They belittled me for a while and refused to stop. I tried to suck it up IDK about 15 minutes later, I freaked out and insisted that they pull over. They did, scolded me for being a p*ssy, and then let me know that they were out of ammo. They pulled over just to tell me that I was a p\say. And then we went on our way. I told coach and nothing: said I was making too big a deal of it. Point is I came around. Never p#ssed out at hazing, vandalism, assh÷lery again.