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Dirty teeth? No problem. Below average looks? No problem. Average acting skills? No problem... you just need to be relative to a settled actor/ess and... voila! You're a star now!

Also, holy shit

For those that blame black women for black men’s problems…. Get a load of this. SMH.

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This space is absolutely dreamy and so creative! And she looks divine in this green Jacquemus dress 🌿

#1 is the best answer!

In an interview, Billy Gibbons said, Yes, it's based on a rap song from the 1990's entitled '25 Lighters' by Lil' Keke and Fat Pat. It was recorded at a Digital Services Recording in Houston and we worked there as well, so we got to know those guys and that song just stayed with us for all that time. It really stayed in our head for all that time while we figured out how to deconstruct it and transform it into a guitar-based, blues-infused rocker as you hear it on La Futura. That guitar breakdown is something of a tribute to the great Lightnin' Hopkins, another of our 'heroes of the Houston ghetto.'

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Something I find cool is that the executioner was a woman that Bundy probably would kill. Pretty with long brunette hair. Kind of ironic isn't it

This video never fails to impress me - Pedro is definitely in the driver's seat - he sets the tone and the meter. Tommy kicks in with some rhythm, John kicks in with a beautifully light instrumental, after that, Pedro and Tommy take turns with the lead, and then all three join in with a powerful rhythm to finish the song. It is interesting to note that Pedro is actually communicating visually with Tommy - they evidently have some sort of system - it appears to be almost telepathic. Any any rate, the musicians quickly pick up on each other's cues. This is the mark of a true musician. This is the definitive version of Sultans of Swing. Thanks!

The compensation program was too late for my uncle. Somehow, my father managed to live to 96. He had had all kinds of weird skin cancers, thyroid cancer, strange rashes and burns, but he did benefit from the government compensation. He was involved with the testing in the Pacific when in the Navy and later worked in a government laboratory in the US. As kids, we sometimes went to Dad’s office and played in a huge assembly room where “hot” pieces of equipment were cooling off behind tall walls of lead blocks. All they had to prevent people from going around the other side were radiation signs. We’d sometimes climb up a few feet on the lead blocks. Dad wore a film badge and from time to time would come up “hot” and have to work elsewhere on site for the rest of the month. There was a gong-like bell that rang whenever the beam separator was running. That meant a certain building and roads were off-limits when you heard the bell. There was a chainlink fence gate on the road, but it was certainly climbable if you didn’t have a key. The building was locked, and more difficult to get in, but sometimes Dad would find someone had propped the door open with a bit of a pencil or a small rock. He’d come home from work complaining about it. Nobody would ever admit doing it. It was a bother to go over to the main building, sign out the key, and bring it back, especially if you wanted to go to the cafeteria and have time to eat your lunch. Sometimes, the gate would be left open as well. A few times I was outside the building when the beam separator was running, but I had to stay in the car with the windows up. I was also in the beam separator building during shut downs. It was considered safe. That was in the 1960’s. By the 1980’s, it was no longer permitted and the daily dose of radiation was a fraction of what it had been when Dad first started there in 1959. The lab is still in full operation and it’s very different. There are entire acres designated as Superfund Sites. Security is nearly as tight as the Pentagon! There were numerous dirt roads and paths that cut through the woods surrounding the lab, and just a barbed wire fence! We kids used to ride our bikes on them and then go meet Dad when he finished work. We’d stick our bikes in the back of the station wagon and pile in for a ride home.

Give NO QUARTER, when standing up against hate, bigotry, & discrimination, & the violence it leads to. Call it what it is. Don’t sugarcoat it, & don’t apologize for calling it out.

Lol!!! I love when these two are in scenes together

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Can't think of a better combination than a fight with matchbox twenty in the background