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Daughter: Do they wear clothes in Bluey? Me: No, they're dogs. Daughter: Well it seems like they would see Bandit's weiner all the time. Me: ...

I liked when the refs picked up the flag on the facemask call on Simmons. They showed the replay, and there were two MSU players holding him. But they didn't grab his facemask.

We scored twice on those three tries. Manning was clearly in on second down.

Any of you regards have a clip of the Simmons sack where the tackle had no chance?

Only 1/3?

https://www.cnn.com/2024/09/23/health/south-carolina-abortion-kff-health-news-partner/index.html

Pedroso’s, imo.

Username checks out.

Dan's doesn't serve alcohol you teetotaling faget.

https://www.curbed.com/2021/11/eric-adams-brooklyn-stakeout.html The stakeout started at 7 p.m. on Monday afternoon. Two full shifts went by — 7 p.m. to midnight, then midnight to 4 a.m. — without a soul entering or departing the apartment. Then: 4:18 a.m. on Tuesday morning. I was sitting in the car, bored, when I noticed a gray Toyota Prius with New York City plates circling the block, finally parking just past Adams’s building. A tall Black man who looked a lot like Adams walked into the basement apartment, turned on the lights, then shut them off for about five minutes. Was he coming home from his Borough Hall office, where he slept for months during the pandemic? His favorite club, Zero Bond, where he recently hung out with the likes of Jonathan “Foodgod” Cheban and Equinox CEO Harvey Spevak? Either way, once he went inside, things got slightly weird. The Prius, it seemed, was illegally parked in front of an active garage for a plumbing-supply company. Which quickly became a problem for the trucks attempting to enter said supply company: They were soon backed up all the way down Lafayette Avenue, causing a bona fide pileup while Adams slept inside. This went on for hours — the trucks sat there; a few of the drivers got out to see what was the holdup — until finally, at 8 a.m., someone from the supply company came out in a forklift, tied a yellow rope to the back of Adams’s car, and towed it a few feet so things could get moving. Before my shift ended at 9 a.m., I texted Curbed editor Willy Blackmore to say that someone should come take over for me (we hadn’t planned to be there during the day) to confirm it was, in fact, Adams, and to see what he would do with the towed Prius, whose driver’s side was now blocked by the very traffic jam he appeared to have caused. Willy arrived just in time to see Adams — definitively Adams — leave his apartment, climb into the car from the passenger side, shimmy into the driver’s seat, then drive the car up onto the sidewalk. He drove blithely on the sidewalk until he was past the jam, then turned right on Stuyvesant Avenue.