The League nailed it. Some people have no independent personality, and glom their entire personality from whoever they're around. The vanilla pudding of human beings. Soft and bland.
I have no idea why I watch this. I know less than nothing about football.
This is an office. So what the fuck smells like someone lit a monkey's ass hair on fire in the waiting room. Seriously I want to know. Is there a body hidden under the copier? What the fuck is that Smell? I've been here 20 minutes and it hasn't gone away yet. It's going to be in my clothes. I might have to buy cigarettes on my way home, just to cover the corpse stench.
Now Pay Robertson made some incoherent accusation that people are wearing some sort is Emporer Ming AIDS rings that have razors and give you AIDS if you shake hands?
When my Grandfather started talking like that we got him a special nurse. We didn't put him on TV for everyone to laugh about. Sheesh, I hate that guy and even I think it's time to stop broadcasting his pathetic slide into Alzheimer's. Dementia is sad.
Nicaraguan Crab Sandwich? How? Don't get me wrong, I'd try. But I don't see how it's possible without ending up in traction. And I do yoga.
My day has odd moments.
I've heard Dr. King's speech dozens of times in my life. It makes me cry every time. I can't think of any current speakers that have that effect.
Gay rights needs someone that dynamic and unifying.
