Sunday Morning! A Working Man reviewed
Sylvester Stallone pens a script for Jason Statham and tells us how *HE* would have done John Wick
Sylvester Stallone pens a script for Jason Statham and tells us how *HE* would have done John Wick
A third installment from a really cool tower defense game.
The cats found out that my CPAP reservoir, when knocked to the floor, has an O-ring that jiggles and wiggles and you just wanna pick it up and get in a tug of war with it
I advise those who poke fun to give baseball another chance. The rule changes in the 2023 season made it exciting like it used to be.
That’s probably the worst problem with the Tesla vandalism. It ratchets up tensions and will in turn provoke more political violence.
The deadball days, when Babe Ruth was still a Red Sox pitcher, the classic stadia like Fenway and Wrigley first appeared, and gambling threatened to destroy the game.
Much of George Gascoigne’s poetry is very good, but the man himself is fun, one of those characters history frowns upon while winking.
If you want some rock and roll that was trying to do something groundbreaking and pretentious and crap, Jethro Tull is really good.
“Self, just order and appetizer as your meal. All you need. All you want.” Did I listen to myself? No. No, I did not.
There are a bunch of good games with seriously good discounts.
It’s a fun, dumb (but smart-dumb), action-comedy-body horror movie that is, seriously, rated R.
All this effort to have a new grease to fry them in seems empty and pointless when less of your customers experience the original simple dish America embraced.
Abercrombie was known for big dramatic pieces that read like plays, plays more so than poetry, and for poetic criticism more than anything
Dr Pepper Float? Like, vanilla ice cream swirled with Dr Pepper sherbert? Okay fine. And I brought it home and it tastes like a Dr Pepper ice cream float.
So far, the sequel does a good job of giving more of what the first game gave, good and hard.
Dryden didn’t exactly cover himself in glory picking on Flecknoe as he did, publishing four years after the latter’s death. Not strictly ballroom.
This is not an easy world in which to be a young man, but it is no excuse for listlessness, wanton rage, or a festering disdain for women.