Stat Girl Quotes

Want to play baseball?’” she asked. Shane’s eyes opened, and he stopped stroking her hair. “What?’” “First base,’” she said. “You’re already there.’” “I’m not running the bases.’” “Well, you could at least steal second.’” “Jeez, Claire. I used to distract myself with sports stats at times like these, but now you’ve gone and ruined it.

Most men would never tell a girl her Pikachu smells like a crab cake. It's just not done. But they would have no qualms about telling their guy friends. Similarly, if you're a guy and you pull your pants down, and the girl you're with immediately stats text messaging her friends, you have a small penis. Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea

I think maybe I’m just scarred from the misogynistic caveats that come with all the compliments I’ve received over the years. She played really well…for a girl. Her stat lines are impressive…for a woman. Nobody tells a male hockey player that he played amazingly well for a man.

She played really well... for a girl Her stat lines are impressive... for a woman. Nobody tells a male hockey player that he played amazingly well for a man.

Megan Meade’s Guide to the McGowan Boys Entry One Observation #1: When they’re beautiful, they know they’re beautiful. Like the second-to-oldest one, Evan. He’s a senior. He is perfection personified. And he knows it. You can tell because he just sort of smiles knowingly when you gape at him. Not that I’ve been gaping at him. Not at all. Anyway, too soon yet to tell if it negatively affects his behavior. (Like Mike Blukowsi and his Astrodome-sized ego problem.) Observation #2: They like skin. Especially skin they think they’re not necessarily supposed to be seeing. Like the space between your belly tee and your waistband. Observation #3: They have no problem bringing up events that would mortify me into shamed silence if the roles were reversed. Like Evan totally brought up the wiffleball bat incident, when if that had happened to me, I’d be wishing on every one of my birthday cakes for everyone to forget it. Observation #4: They gossip. Can you believe it? I overheard Finn and Doug in the backyard talking about some girl named Dawn who blew off some guy named Simon for some other guy named Rick for like TWENTY MINUTES! They sounded like those old mole-hair ladies at Sal’s Milkshakes. ‘Member the ones who lectured us for a whole hour that day about how young women shouldn’t wear shorts? Wait, okay, I got sidetracked. Observation #5: The older ones are so cute with the younger ones. They were playing ultimate Frisbee when I first got here and Evan totally let Caleb and Ian tackle him. It was soooooo cute. **sigh.** Observation #6: They’re cliquey. I mean, eye-rolling, secret-handshake, don’t-talk-to-us-unless-you’ve-got-an-X-and-a-Y cliquey. Very schooled in the art of the freeze-out. Observation #7: They have no sense of personal space. I need a lock on my door. STAT. Observation #8: Boys are icky. Do not even get me started on the state of the bathroom. I’m thinking of calling in a haz-mat team. Seriously. Observation #9: They have really freaky things going on down there. Yeah, I don’t think I’m ready to elaborate on that one yet. Observation #10: They know how to make enemies. Big time.

Deoarece concepția imortalității sufletului exprimă probabil faptul că oamenii țin la viață, precum și atașamentul față de morții lor, a crede că pe lumea cealaltă sufletul își păstrează caracterul de aici al persoanei e doar o tradiție iluzorie și întristătoare; auzind că omul ia cu el pe lumea cealaltă nu numai înfățișarea din timpul vieții, dar până și sentimentele de dragoste și ură, că, deși separați de moarte, părinții și copiii ar rămâne părinți și copii, iar frații ar trăi mai departe acolo în aceeași relație, că spiritele morților în Occident descriu în general o lume a umbrelor asemănătoare cu societatea de aici, mie, dimpotrivă, mi se pare foarte tristă tradiția atașării de o existență care nu respectă decât ființa umană. Și în antichitate pitagoreicii credeau că sufletele celor răi vor trebui să sufere pe lumea cealaltă, înghesuite în corpuri de dobitoace sau păsări. În a treia zi, când sângele nu se uscase încă bine pe cruce, Isus Christos s-a urcat la Cer, iar trupul Domnului a dispărut. „…iată doi bărbați au stat înaintea lor, în veșminte strălucitoare. Și înfricoșându-se ele și plecându-și fețele la pământ, au zis aceia către ele: De ce căutați pe Cel viu între cei morți? Nu este aici, ci S-a sculat. Aduceți-vă aminte cum v-a vorbit, fiind încă în Galileea, zicând că Fiul Omului trebuie să fie dat pe mâinile oamenilor păcătoși și să fie răstignit, iar în a treia zi să învieze.”68 Când Raymond l-a întâlnit în Ceruri, Isus Christos purta o haină de lumină, la fel cu cei doi. Și nu numai Christos, dar toți oamenii în tărâmul spiritelor au veșminte țesute din lumină. Era convins că sunt haine făcute de acele spirite din propriul suflet,cu alte cuvinte, că viața spirituală dusă pe Pământ devine veșmântul lor după moarte. În relatarea lui se ascunde o concepție morală din această lume. La fel ca în lumea de dincolo buddhistă, și în cea descrisă de Raymond sunt șapte nivele, iar sufletele, pe măsură ce evoluează, le urcă unul câte unul.

However, there are other attributes that do contribute to success in marriage. There are other “stats” that are far more important than looks. But since everyone is focused on physical beauty, the people who maybe aren’t the “hottest” prospects, but who actually would make the best spouses, far too often get overlooked. They’re out there, waiting for someone like you. And whereas (let’s be honest) you probably wouldn’t have a shot with the “hot” guy or girl—there’s too much competition there—you could actually have a lot of success with the person who doesn’t get asked out as much as they deserve. You could finally “win,” in dating and in marriage, by focusing on the right characteristics.

Seriously, Izuku. What the fuck is happening," he growled. He'd lost count by now, how many times Izuku had ignored that question, the greenette playing deaf, rummaging in a shopping bag, pulling out a red ribbon of all things. "Now, I like to keep promises I make people. Do you respect that?" asked the greenette. "Uh..." He didn't think this level of confusion was possible. "Of course." "Then stay still." Izuku moved him to the doorstep before tying him up in the red ribbon, making a big red bow at the front, before pressing the doorbell and stepping back. "If this is a fucking police stat-" The door burst open and beautiful golden eyes found his. Keigo and Touya stared at each other for so long, Izuku wondered if making this a surprise was a good idea after all. "Um..." he spoke up when neither of the men seemed inclined to. Blue and golden eyes slowly moved to look at him. "I told you I'd deliver him wrapped in ribbon, Kei?

In a 2018 Populous survey in the UK involving 2,074 respondents (49% male, 51%female, weighted across a range of age groups), participants were asked 'to think about a person who was born male and has male genitalia but who identifies as a woman'. They were then asked: 'In your own personal view would you consider this person to be a woman or a man?' 19% answered 'woman'; 52% of respondents answered 'man', 7% said 'not a man or a woman', 20% said 'don't know', and 3% preferred not to say.

Well, screw this daddy complex shit. 100ccs of Madonna girl power needed STAT!

Daddy's Girl' (from 'Three Men and a Baby'): This song is about the love a daughter feels for her father. Sweet, right? Wrong! Here's the chorus: 'Little baby wanna hold you tight / She don't ever wanna say good night / She's a lover, she wanna be Daddy's Girl.' I love the movie but someone needs to call CPS, stat.

Did you know at any given time in America, there are between twenty-five and fifty active serial killers? The FBI sys they only kill about 150 people per year but lots of the stats show that number is way underreported." She sucks in a breath. "Did you know there are currently almost 250,000 girls missing in the US?

Young people made easy targets for predators. Young people were glued to their phone screens, thumbs ramming keys, firing off messages of importance, like Facebook status, the color of their underwear that day, girl problems, hair problems, sport stats, where the next party was. They also always had earbuds in. With the music roaring, they could hear nothing until the lion struck. Then it was too late. Easy prey. And they didn’t even know it.