That rich assh9le can suck it from behind.
Nobody ever expected a Fallout: Mad Max crossover event.
That sets up a nice sequel with some interesting ideas about the living undead and the horrific work conditions of the poor and social stratification of the Victorian era.
NASA let's him spark the rockets. He invites everyone over on the weekend for barbecue but no one ever goes.
Regional? This guy's all-conference and headed pro; zero doubts, first rounder.
Captain Taco Bell. One 4th meal too many changed him. Into the hero we never knew we didn't want.
Shouldn't it be the other way around?
This read in my head with his voice. And I don't mind that at all.
That comic made me laugh too damn hard.
I think I pulled something.
They sounded too rough and cartoon-like. The lyrics talk about snorting Coca-Cola by the bucketful or some other nonsense. Almost like they were making fun of the old country songs, like Johnny Cash's 'Sunday Morning Coming Down'. The one where he sings about being hungover.
"...only about 4% of the tariff burden is shouldered by foreign firms, with a “near-complete” pass-through of 96% to US buyers..."