I've never seen him not smile before.

Every single time, that slogan evokes the same image.

The trail of beer cans more traditionally precedes the divorce.

John Major to the EU? Cool beans.
As an American, I want England to get back into bed with Europe, where you belong. Otherwise, you're just going to want to sleep on our couch--ugh. Plus, when Europeans don't get along, you always drag us into war. And, we're all full-up on war, right now.

It's a black-list.
That all US citizens are automatically on.
Unless you're not, which is provisional.

Vacuous?

It's called "calling your bluff." People wanting to be on the record for supporting whatever doesn't happen, it's pretty normal.

Never was a truer word spoken.

And are thus obligated to name a related list "those_nodes".

On this particular problem, all roads lead to @harvard.edu.

31% is the magic number. It's as close to consensus as Americans are capable of.
31% of us will claim to hate puppies, sunrises, and walking barefoot on the beach.

It's extra funny because of how Jerry Seinfeld ALSO turned out to to be an agent for Israel in America who you wouldn't want to see hanging around the schoolyard.

That low rhythmic humming grinding sound of continuous shredding.

And there's no better authority in America, on ordering political assassination.
Except Mossad, of course.

Dekliva Domaĉo
#Esperanto.

That's like calling an election after most of votes are counted. Pretty clear at this point.

That was unkind and unwarranted.