Who wore pink better:
The increasingly creepy Sammy Sosa...
(no, the color on this picture has not been altered)
or Ringwald?
Thursday, July 13, 2017
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19 comments:
What happened to Sammy Sosa? He is unrecognizable.
he's on that king of pop diet
That is awful
happy gheorghemas!
Big pub night, Dave?
Just got to Wildwood, NJ. It is where the beautiful people are not.
Hung out in Wildwood one night with a large group of fratres. Had a pretty wild night, as it turned out. That was in 1989.
Somebody please get So-sad the Clown off the top of GTB.
i've got something for tomorrow, but if anyone wants to put up a canada/nicaragua gold cup live thread post, i'm sure whitney would be cool with that
Utterly
So the ESPN app sends me notifications that interrupt my otherwise blissful perusal of GTB, SoD, and other worthy acronymal sites.
ESPN clearly knows me not at all.
They continue to send me multiple updates about the trash talk between Mayweather and McGregor. I cannot dismiss those quickly enough.
Meanwhile, they could very easily have lured me in with either of two brilliantly tear-jerking ESPY bits: the posthumous recognition of Eunice Kennedy Shriver for her Special Olympics brilliance or the Pat Tillman Award for service to the gent who was blown the f up and persevered enough not only to garner athletic achievements but also to friggin re-enlist as if to stick a huge middle finger to the enemy.
Both segments have made me sob like a baby. If I were where I could post them, I would.
Get to know me, Worldwide Leader. I'm a bit of a sentimental.
Oh, not to mention the little fella with the crushing liver condition whom the Saints took in as one of their own. Damn.
I cried when I saw Sammy Sosa.
woulda posted something, but it's actually canada/honduras.
Costa Rica - French Guyana is a bad burner.
You would think I'm 100% Polish the way I planned this trip. Wife and I are in different shitbox hotels, each w/ one kid. We endured a monsoon and subsequent flooding, all for the privilege of seeing outrageously gross people and the stretched tattoos on their bloated bodies.
That can't be Sammy Sosa
tomorrow's post should be right in whitney's wheelhouse. bring your tissues, my friend.
TR loves the bloat...
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