CromartieMcFly
CromartieMcFly
CromartieMcFly

The star I just gave you counts as a gaseous giant about to go supernova, in terms of how much I agree. Speakerphone quality on a cell phone speaker is basically a broken drive-thru speaker, and the conversation is never "GIVE ME THE COORDINATES SO I CAN SAVE THE PRIME MINISTER!" It's always "THAT WAS WHEN I SAID,

I used to (ok, still do) think that once a fart smell has been smelled and processed by the lungs, it doesn't smell like fart anymore. It's not like you've ever taken a big ol' whiff of your own fart, held it in your lungs, and then tasted fart when you exhaled through your mouth, or smelled it when you exhaled

I'd like to nominate Burt Mann, WWII Veteran who stormed the beaches of Normandy.

It's appropriate that baseball holds it's spring trainings in Florida and Arizona, because the men who play for those teams seem like they are from Florida and Arizona exclusively.

Thank Christ. I'm late to this story, but I was seriously worried when I didn't see Dr. Nick in the non-gray comments. Hopefully this gets you to the black.

Agreed. I usually do most of the aiming toward the gap between the first and second car before I've even stepped off the curb to make it abundantly clear where I'm headed, but even then it sometimes doesn't work. If the person is confused/just trying to clear the way, I'm okay with it. If they are annoyed, and

Open-faced at best, but it takes the shape of a taco. A Chicago-style dog (the best, IMO) basically has a similar amount of shit on top of it, like a loaded taco. I would not consider a taco a sandwich, either. I think hot dogs, along with other tubed meats (giggity) in buns, like sausages, brats, kielbasa, and

When I'm crossing a street, or walking across a cut curb with exiting cars, I always walk behind the first car in the queue, so the car can still turn while I'm crossing. It also freaks out the drivers until they realize what I'm doing. Their eyes follow me from the passenger/driver window, to their rearview mirror,

It would have been better if he'd written it in blood like Sideshow Bob:

I worked at an amusement park arcade for eight years during high school, college, and grad school. This one, in fact! My job was to fix all of the problems with the games. There is a general rule when it comes to arcade games that seems to hold mostly true: the more I want to play a game, the less money it makes.

Every professional athlete's apology should be written by them, in their own handwriting. I'd love to see some derpface hillbilly baseball player with his tardbucket hemp-and-sharktooth necklace on sit down and scribble some apology that looks like he was writing a ransom note, PFTCommenter-style.

To me, it really smacks of insincerity.

I had driven from Northern New York to Columbus, Ohio for graduate school interviews. On the way back, a few nights later, I stopped in eastern Ohio to pick up a friend of mine to give her a ride back to Northern NY for her spring break (she's now my wife.) We had dinner in eastern Ohio at an Applebees that

Technically, free agency doesn't begin until tomorrow. Next Monday, they can designate franchise or transition players, so maybe he can snag himself another franchise tag!

You're correct. He was franchised before last season, and placed on the exempt list for the entire season, but he is still a member of the Panthers organization.

A) Consider yourself lucky,

If this dude gets smoked by a city bus crossing the street, or dies of esophageal cancer, it'll be supremely disappointing.

You're right. His email closing was basically the "Coexist" bumper sticker of digital farewells.

Marge Simpson approves.