Posts by Danielle
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Here's what happens when NFL turns into rugby
There is nothing better on earth than a sports commentator freaking out and losing his mind like that. Nothing.
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… wow. It would have been good to be there …
No shit! I should have just remortgaged my house and flown to DC, dammit.
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It's not that hard, you can pick up the basics in a couple of minutes.
And then you spend four plus hours getting peeved because they could be doing these basic things so very, very much faster.
(Yet I like cricket. Hrm. 'Very well then I contradict myself'. </Whitman>)
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Awww, it cut off before I could imagine Stephen Fleming saying 'my texture is the best fur, chinchilla'. :)
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However, one of the reasons US sellers only ship inside the US is to avoid scams.
Mostly, I think it's because they don't actually know how to send stuff overseas. (Just a tad bitter.)
a couple of WWII vintage Fun Ho! toys
I went to the Fun Ho! museum in the 'naki a few years ago. It was at the behest of a male friend - I'd never even heard of those toys before that - but I kinda got into it! I have a little reproduction 'Men Working' sign in my house...
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You know "excessive" td celebrations are a penalty right? So the number of fun dances has been cut dramatically.
Yeah. Party poopers.
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Come on, people! You have to come out to Also Sprach Zarathustra/See See Rider, Elvis styles!
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'The fridge has opened'.
What a catch! That man gives all the squat folk of the world hope. I think I might be in love with him.
The only two things I like about American football are a) the big brass bands and b) the touchdown celebrations. Breakdance the hell out of that endzone, boys!
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Aaron Sorkin isn't fit to lick David Simon's boots. Just sayin'.
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You need season one. Particularly as season two is sort of a separate entity. (I thought it was great, but it's also probably the least popular of the five seasons, too.)
I wish to warn you, without spoilage: season four will rip your heart out and leave you lying awake at night, in a warm puddle of your own social conscience, worrying about fictional characters. Oh god. I have never had my guts kicked that much by television in my life.