The fuck's a MySpace?
His "as [frontman] is to [band]" gets a little old, but this is proof once again that Bucci is awesome.
Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now where was I ... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn't get white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones ...
It has come to my attention that Mr. Sielski asserts that the framework of his article was intended ironically.
Well, then, I hope Frenchy beats you with his bat, Mr. Sielski, because you just made fun of him to his face by asking him these questions in the guise of a seemingly 'real' article.
Luckily for you he'd just swing and miss.
Well, then, I hope Frenchy beats you with his bat, Mr. Sielski, because you just made fun of him to his face by asking him these questions in the guise of a seemingly 'real' article.
Luckily for you he'd just swing and miss.
You should see what Mudcat Grant does after those poorly attended Padres games. He didn't steal that nickname from Jim Grant, I tell you what.
Even if that black square was on her face permanently in real life, she'd still be too attractive for Mariotti.
Mrs. Drew says when you throw up a little and then choke it back down, that's called "pizza juice."
Not a vurp?
I'm happy to say that, outside of a glance at a urinal or something, I've never seen any of my male friends' little buddies. Ever.
No mention that the Friars have cornered the once-elusive Hairston market?
It's a good thing many of my friends are Red Sox fans, so I'll have a legitimate excuse to root for them down the stretch.
/queues up '98 non-WS highlights on YouTube
//cries
There is nothing lower or more humiliating then having to call the front desk and ask for a plunger at a hotel.
When I first moved to NY several years ago, a friend from college's sister came to town and her firm set her up at the Waldorf-Astoria. She invited me to meet her there for lunch, and after I went up to her room. All I new about the place was from Coming to America. It was amazing.
I had to go, though, and promptly clogged the toilet. No plunger. I had to tell her this, naturally.
On our way out, she mentioned it to the front desk. I was both deeply proud and ashamed.
FIN-land/dead fish joke.
Fuck you all. I was robbed.
Oh, wait. I don't comment here anymore. Carry on.
Very rarely do people live up to their names. Reggie White was black. Clint Black was white. So congratulations, dak tremendous and Junior Tremendous, for being so goddamned tremendous today.
Ken, however, is a whole 'nother story.
Kessel is viewed as that little sprig
Hey now, no need to bring racial epithets into this. This is hockey.
I don't know what's better: the return of FJM for at least one day, or that Fat Kyle Orton isn't at the top of the page anymore.
Get Charlie Villanueva some sun, stat.
"NOW you tell me."
-John Kruk
So who won? The losers?
No, they lost.
Ha ha ha ha. Losers.
I remember the halcyon days of college football, when you played big-time non-conference games before 3 gigantic conference tilts.
I would pay my last cent to see Artie Lang and David Sedaris on the same stage.
