The exact moment that Jason Whitlock stopped mattering

Disney Dream.

 

Thats the ship I got married on last year. Well, we got married on the pier on the private island but you get the idea.

 

Review? Nice boat?

 

Older ship in the fleet but we were happy with it. Our main complaint was that a three-night cruise was too short to see everything, especially with wedding activities. Really got a kick out of Animator's Palate for dinner our first night. This will sound dumb but I liked the layout of the rooms, especially the bathroom. The toilet and shower are in separate side-by-side rooms and each have sinks so two people can be getting ready at the same time.

 

We did 5 days, so maybe that'll make a difference.

 

We’ve finally gotten deep enough into the bracket that the edgelord types are fighting each other.

 

That was the part I was wanting most.

 

If women were "wired to prioritize money, security and attention above everything," a sportswriter would never get married.

 

"He joined the groomers, the makers of cartoons and movies intended to sexually manipulate the identities and worldview of children. He joined the race-baiters, the sports network that specializes in stirring racial division."
To call Whitlock a sell-out is to insult all the sell-outs who have ever come before him. He's being used like a $20 whore and has no clue how or why.

 

Jason does have keep himself busy until the next time a white guy kills a black guy and the sellout phone rings.

 

Pretty perfect that this was post no. 666 on the thread.

 

"666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune."

Genesis
"Supper's Ready"
"Foxtrot"
1972