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Spiderman: Brand New Day FULL Movie

High point the football. Finish through contact.

I think it’s time to start stuffing nerds into lockers again

Imagine the look at a woman’s face if you suggested this as a first date

Corey Seager’s back appears to be A OK

Consider me intrigued 🧀

Today we congratulate a pair of former Rangers, outfielders Carlos Beltran (2016) and Andruw Jones (2009) on their induction into the National Baseball Hall of Fame. It will make 11 players who have worn the Rangers uniform to receive baseball’s highest honor.

What a tune

Keep The Faith - Joe B

@TayTripps @BillyRayPolo @Philly_Mays They aren’t gonna give a job Tay Trip

@BillyRayPolo @RoseyReacts @Philly_Mays Bro for sure complains about the pod on Reddit

LEBRON JAMES LEBRON JAMES

@Philly_Mays Look at the army of reply guys who will never get a job at barstool all over my joke tweet lol

@Philly_Mays This podcast has spent years acting like he isn’t good anymore and now that Bron is on one of the fellas teams you are gonna run around for engagements ? Clown behavior!

If Tech secures a yearly bout vs Duke that would be YUGE for the program. Elite competition + Eye balls from all over the country. Win. Win.

@RobbyBerger “It’s good, that’s what I wanted”

Nothing more stressful for my Dad lately than simply cooking a steak

@SleeperRangers This team is so middle of the road it’s almost impressive

The Rangers record through 100 games over the last 10 seasons: 2026: 50-50 2025: 50-50 2024: 48-52 2023: 59-41 2022: 45-55 2021: 35-65 2019: 50-50 2018: 42-48 2017: 49-51 2016: 58-42 They’re 50-50 for the 3rd time since 2019

You think any of the bridesmaids care that I got up and down from here?

This caddy is a absolute weapon

This Maine Coon has a rare chimera coat, giving it a perfectly split face with orange and gray fur It also has heterochromia, meaning each eye is a different color, one blue and the other green

In Georgia I entered a Chick-fil-A drive-thru line of forty cars. I turned off my engine. I prepared to wait the way my ancestors waited out a siege. Six minutes later I was holding chicken. I do not know what happened to the other thirty-nine cars. The line moved like water that had somewhere to be. A young woman walked between the cars taking orders on a small tablet, on foot, in the sun, smiling like the sun was her idea. I said thank you. She said, "My pleasure." I did not think about it then. I should have. At the window I thanked the young man for the food. "My pleasure." I thanked him for the sauce. "My pleasure." I thanked him for thanking me— "My pleasure." I want to be clear about what was happening. This was a duel. In Japan I trained in courtesy for forty years. Bowing angles. Seasonal greetings. The correct depth of apology for seventeen distinct situations. I was a white belt in that drive-thru. I escalated. I used my most formal English. I thanked him on behalf of my entire family line. He said, "My pleasure," and gave me extra sauce. Extra sauce. Unprovoked. A counterattack. I returned the next day to reclaim my honor. It was Sunday. The restaurant was closed. All of them were closed. In the entire country. They close every Sunday, and they have closed every Sunday since the beginning, because the founder made a promise, and the promise did not expire when he did. I stood in the empty parking lot and understood I had lost twice. Once to a teenager with sauce. Once to a man I will never meet, who kept his word so long it became a building. In my country we say a samurai's word is his life. I had never seen a restaurant say it back. I returned Monday. I ordered. And this time I said it first, before she could. "My pleasure." She smiled and said, "It sure is." America, I surrender. It was my pleasure.