CJ4
CJ4
CJ4

That guy was both belted or not belted. What does it mean, Schrödinger?!

It’s a process very similar to the email of the week.

The horrors of Canadian socialism? What a jackass. I pay half of my paycheck in the US for shit health care and weaponry.

An elite women’s bball player is far, far better than your average rec league player. Some rec league players may be more athletic than them due to the difference in body types, but basketball ability & IQ the women’s player wins.

...something to do while pooping at work.

Give the guy a break, CJ4

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The guy who wrote this never has to work again.

Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids. In fact, it’s cold as hell. And there’s no one there to raise them. If you did.

For the most part, I share the disdain of the fitness industry’s push to have you pay out the ass for equipment and apparel you do not need. I work out in t-shirts I got at high school track meets ten years ago. But I’ve been exercising (olympic lifting, strength training, running, etc.) for nearly half my life, and I

Murph (which begins and ends with a mile run, and should be done in a 20# vest) is a celebration of Lieutenant Michael Murphy, in particular, the way he gave his life. (The foundation website describes it better than I can: http://themurphchallenge.com/ltmichaelpmurphy/)

Why do you think he’s called a “Pooh” bear.

I’d watch The Rock and/or Alexandra Daddario do just about anything so this movie is right in my wheelhouse.

I assumed I didn’t like Velveeta until I had it in a chili cheese dip. I was wrong. It was good.

I don’t know. That’s gonna need a huge amount of shiplap.

-Emu Gossage

P.S. I am from central Texas, which means we drove through Waco every time we went to Dallas. The only thing I love about that town is that BEAUTIFUL collection of fast food restaurants directly across the interstate from Baylor. They had everything a hungry driver could ever want.

The Aristocrats!

Toerrific.

See, all I took away from this is a sudden craving for sloppy joes.

I’m spending Thanksgiving working in a Pediatric Cardiac ICU. It’s not as sad as that probably sounds, but it will put things in perspective in a hurry.