Please, tell me this is a joke.
…just when I thought I finally repressed my memories of the 2004 ALCS, Cashman goes and brings back the man who served up Johnny Damon’s Grand Slam.
Hooped My Pants
For the first time in anyone’s memory, Yale offered admission to quadruplets -
If they are really that smart, only one of them will accept admittance to Yale while the rest come together and adopt one single identity, assign one year of college to each quadruplet, and graduate from an Ivy League school four years later having done the work of a community college dropout.
Worst case scenario someone catches on to your scheme, setting forth a zany chain of events. In that case, you have an awesome sitcom to pitch to FOX.
Is not showering during finals week superstition, a study technique, or a blatant abuse of the freedom gained from not having to go to class?
Because it seems to be common practice around these parts.
If I would have known how bad it hurts to get “defriended” I would never have done it to the kid who dominated my News Feed by becoming a fan of everyday things (I was unaware that someone could be a fan of “Pushing those little buttons on the lids of fast food soft drinks”). What really gets me is if I didn’t happen to be looking at old pictures that we were both tagged in I would have never known I was “defriended.” It really makes me wonder how many times I’ve been “defriended” and its gone unnoticed.
I know I shouldn’t be taking life lessons from George Costanza, but this recent “defriending” has rendered me virtually handless. And as everyone knows, “A man without hand is not a man.”
At what age is it no longer acceptable to not know your Social Security Number by heart?
Rolling Stone's 100 Best Songs of the Decade -
This is a very solid list. A lot better than that one that was floating around a few months back and now I can’t find a link to reference it properly.
Hahaha, that was Pitchfork’s. They’re the hipsters of music publications, don’t worry about it. That being said, listen to more LCD Soundsystem, they’re really good.
EDIT: This list is ok, but I question their panel of experts. And also, you made it sound like there wasn’t going to be any LCD Soundsystem, but they still charted 3 songs on that list.
Judging by their absence from this list, I’ll have to assume that Rolling Stone is coming out with a separate list counting down the 100 Best Songs (Chipmunk Version) of the decade.
WARNING: Do not try and “punch-open” the packaging to Sour Patch Candy Canes, because you will ruin your roommate’s Christmas.
In light of the Tiger Woods scandal, I would advise Nike to change their slogan from “Just Do It” to the more specific “Just Do It With Your Wife.”
For the majority of my life I have used a unisex, although slightly feminite, gel deodorant. I recently made the switch to a more masculine, heavily scented brand and my armpits now feel like they are on fire. Every time I put it on I am compelled to cover the burning sensation with my hands and scream into the mirror, a la Kevin McCallister in “Home Alone”, but armpits are too awkwardly positioned on the human body to do it any justice, and I am no Mac Culkin.
I really hope my fresh, manly scent is worth putting up with the torid firestorm blazing in my ‘pits