Oh you are such a trend setter!
Pink rubber band with broken glasses! Bitches!
The pink rubber band is very punk rock. The throwing up in your own lap while driving... well... that's just gross.
Hope you're feeling better.
basketball fans lose because they play better basketball?
That picture is my new favorite thing ever. What were you wearing when you erupted?
I broke my glasses once, right in the middle, and I couldn't afford a new pair, so I wired a chopstick across the top bar and wrote "stop staring at my glasses" across the front. Later, I shoplifted a pair of frames from the Ave, but it didn't quite fit my lenses, so they were wedged in there tilted. I wore them that way for a year. This was almost thirty years ago. Punk rock, baby.
I hate Manu Ginobli.
All that remains is for the Cavs to let the Spurs know how they want to lose. Do they want to be blown away? Crushed in over time? Or simply allowed to live one more game for their silly fans' sanity.
All is lost. Where have you gone Julius Erving?
The Spurs are about as exciting as oatmeal and I, personally, want to throttle that punkass bitch Robert Horry for taking the Suns out of the semis. Seriously, remember that "Three Stooges" where Moe was stuck in a pipe and Curly tried to pull him out with a crowbar, but the crowbar got stuck in Moe's nose? That's what I want to do to Horry. It already looks like someone did that to Duncan and Parker.
I removed Angela's photo from this post because she's a food reviewer for the paper and needs to remain anonymous. Please erase it from your brain.
Boo Hoo Angela. I threw up on my friend's bathroom floor while sitting on the toilet experiencing explosive diarrhea. Oh, and did I mention this was at his wedding reception?
I understand why she needs to remain anonymous, but that was one of the cutest pictures I've ever seen.
That style almost makes me want to wear glasses again.
Now I know you, Garbes, and your pink rubber-banded face!
wait, is this the blog for the New York Times? I should have known the Stranger is that full of itself. No restaurant in this town is going to give a Stranger critic better service and/or food than any other diner.
Bethany Jean Clement is the only Stranger food critic that believes people give a crap about her reviews. And we don't!
It's not because we're full of ourselves that we keep our reviewers' faces private (though we are a bit full of ourselves, as is the NYT, I might add), but because we aim for fairness. We're a newspaper with an obligation to our readers; we take that seriously. It's probably the only thing we take seriously here.
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