The legal proceedings surrounding racist jowl monster and Los Angeles Clippers owner Donald Sterling just took another weird turn. Apparently, Sterling thought that if he just dissolved the trust that owned the Clippers, then he wouldn't have to sell the team, because poof,
Actually, what someone with Alzheimer's would say is "What's Alzheimer's?", and after you explained it to him, he's say it again five minutes later.
The (probably not 1%) couple that lived next door long before I moved to town had an acrimonious divorce. The husband was so pissed off that he refused to let his wife sell the house, even after he was in the nursing home. So it was the local "haunted house" for many years. When he finally kicked the bucket, the only thing of any value left in the house was the piano. And of course, as the movers drove it away down the street, it slid right off the back of the truck.
St Ronnie had the Alzheimers and I still hate his dumb dead ass
Fire sale reminds me of trickle down,just something about the forgetful fucks the makes the world seem screwed up
He forgot to add the magic words "deeply held religious belief". If money can't solve it, that can.
Actually, what someone with Alzheimer's would say is "What's Alzheimer's?", and after you explained it to him, he's say it again five minutes later.
You know who <i>else</i> insisted on winning at all costs?
Zombie Dick Nixon?
<i>He may be a lecherous old perv with a penchant for propositioning his employees for sex</i>
Going out with him isn&#039;t &quot;dating&quot;, it&#039;s more like &quot;carbon-dating&quot;.
yep, jerb creator who thinks he knows more than his lawyers.
Please. Stirling&#039;s a demoncrap, right? Right?
Sheldon Adelson&#039;s getting old and loose lipped, perhaps he&#039;s gift us with some racist .01%-er derp before the year&#039;s up
<i>Now get off my free throw line!</i>
The (probably not 1%) couple that lived next door long before I moved to town had an acrimonious divorce. The husband was so pissed off that he refused to let his wife sell the house, even after he was in the nursing home. So it was the local &quot;haunted house&quot; for many years. When he finally kicked the bucket, the only thing of any value left in the house was the piano. And of course, as the movers drove it away down the street, it slid right off the back of the truck.
This is appropriate advice for pretty much everything.