Top Tweets for #comannder

over 2 years ago

While some of you female fans of the flesh ohh & ahh, I learned #Comannder Sam Hartman comes from a brainy family. Dad is an orthopedic surgeon & coached FB last 20 years, mom's a retired nurse & older brother is in med school. #HTTC https://t.co/nFPXkcNtBa

Tom Pelissero

@TomPelissero

over 2 years ago · Plymouth

The #Commanders gave former Notre Dame QB Sam Hartman one of the biggest guarantees among undrafted free agents: a $20,000 signing bonus and $225,000 base salary guarantee. A sign Hartman is in Washington’s plans for 2024.

TomPelissero's tweet photo. The #Commanders gave former Notre Dame QB Sam Hartman one of the biggest guarantees among undrafted free agents: a $20,000 signing bonus and $225,000 base salary guarantee. A sign Hartman is in Washington’s plans for 2024. https://t.co/8emLatqGOV

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The Merle Frenchies

@RobynDaily16

about 3 years ago

This is a dedication to #comannder Having to🪦 his #services to our great #NATION due to… https://t.co/aaDA9YFSU1

The Merle Frenchies

@RobynDaily16

about 3 years ago

Fact or #fiction #CommanderShepard #WhiteHouse #ceaserMilan In the quaint suburb of Bypass Heights, where whispers of nepotism spread like wildfire and injustices stack up like pancakes on Sunday morning, lived a dog named Condors and his human, affectionately known as the Big Guy. The Big Guy was an imposing figure, not just physically but socially. As the president of the Neighborhood Association, he had “connections.” Now, Condors, his loyal French Bulldog, was no ordinary pet. With twelve bites under his collar, he was practically a celebrity. Twelve bites, mind you, and still strutting the neighborhood like a four-legged aristocrat. Now, most dogs with a single bite incident face harsh consequences, often leading to a devastating end. But Condors? Ah, he had mastered the art of tail-wagging diplomacy, or so it seemed. It was an open secret that Condors wasn’t the one who needed training; it was the Big Guy who couldn’t quite get the hang of responsible ownership. Yet, here they were, untouchable, and, dare we say, above the law. So, why did Condors have a taste for indiscriminate biting? Some said it was his expression of disdain for the social hierarchy. Others argued that Condors was just manifesting the Big Guy’s own aggression, a living, breathing extension of his unchecked ego. Now, let’s talk about that infamous twelfth bite. One evening, Condors bit the mayor’s poodle, Sparkles. But, surprise, surprise! Instead of facing repercussions, Condors was given a “Dog of the Year” award at the next Neighborhood Association meeting, courtesy of the Big Guy’s influence. Ah, Bypass Heights, a community where dogs aren’t just pets but tools in a game of power and influence. Twelve bites and a trophy later, one thing was clear: if a dog reflects its owner’s traits, Condors was less of a menace and more of a mirror, a four-legged commentary on the multiple-tiered injustice system. In a town where justice had more loopholes than a dog has fleas, Condors was king, and the Big Guy his loyal jester.