God, the omniscient, primordial and eternal who created man in his own image and therefore posseses a digestive system, sense organs, limbs and other attributes that would be useless to an immortal being. If God came first, what would he eat or walk upon? Why would he have those five senses if nothing to sense yet existed? And if he has 'always' been here, how long did he sit around doing nothing until he decided to invent the Universe? And why? And if he hadn't yet invented the universe, what exactly was he sitting on? Where is he going to exist if there is nothing to exist in? And what is wrong with the idea that we all just expire and disintegrate and rot?
God help us.
(v.) Performing badly at almost everything; sports, video games, career, affairs of the heart etc. Person who exemplifies these traits.
Jeff wants to join our basketball team, but he can't because he clarks everything up.
A city in Washington State.
What can I say? I live in California, and I hate it. Seattle is my place, and even though it does has it flaws, I still, and always love the Emerald City.
Seattle, A Jewel Of The Pacific Northwest.
A number you should NEVER EVER give to your boss.
Trust me on this one
"America's Finest News Source." A satirical that makes fun of American politics and pop culture.
This article by The Onion is hilarious!
n. A drinking game in which players attempt to throw ping pong balls across a table into an opponent's half-filled cups of beer. Players are required to drink the beer from any of their cups into which the opponent throws a ball. The first player to hit all their opponent's cups wins. The loser is required to drink whatever beer is left on the table (in opponent's cups). For sanitary reasons a cup of water is kept at either end of the table to wash the balls off after each throw, but if you've ever played you know it doesn't really help.
Note: Table size, number of players/cups, and house rules concerning bounces, misses, and crossovers vary depending on the college/fraternity/drinking club involved.
After that 20 oz. Jack & coke and five games of beer pong, I was definitely feeling a buzz. Rock on apartment 306.
They rival The Beatles when it comes to progression. They started as an R&B cover band, catering to their mod
audience. From there, they produced angst-ridden singles like I Can't Explain and My Generation.
They might be best known for their rock opera Tommy, about a deaf dumb and blind boy who becomes a pinball champion and a spiritual leader.
Quadrophenia, another rock opera by The Who, is musically superior to Tommy but lesser known by the general public. It tells the story of a mod named Jimmy who struggles to find his identity and find happiness. I wouldn't be surprised if it strongly influenced American Idiot
Between the two rock operas, they produced Who's Next, known for Baba O'Riley (aka "Teenage Wasteland), Behind Blue Eyes, and Won't Get Fooled Again.
During their early years, guitarist Pete Townshend and drummer Keith Moon would smash their equipment at the end of their gigs. Good way to get out of doing an encore!
I hope I die before I get old.
Right behind you, I see the millions. On you, I see the glory. From you, I get opinions. From you, I get the story.
Don't cry. Don't raise your eye. It's only teenage wasteland.
Can you see the real me?
Love, reign o'er me!