nothing better post-rugby than a beer or three... or four... or six. you know what? forget I said anything.

and it’s weirdly difficult to get between levels inside too. the hell, man?

be strong, pilgrim. be strong.

fun fact: both Yum Brands (which owns Pizza Hut) and Papa John’s have their corporate HQs in Louisville KY, where Papa John’s sponsors the football stadium and Yum sponsors the basketball stadium. my guess is that Pizza Hut got into this just to take a personal shot at a local rival. which is entirely consistent with…

like I was saying....

/takes deep breath

between this and Kaep, I never again want to hear about how important winning is to NFL teams.

you are clearly a person of uncommonly fine discernment

yeah, sadly I now think you have to watch “fire walk with me,” then the first series, then the new series. or you could just watch “blue velvet,” which explores all the same themes in 2 hours

your sensei is very wise

one of the lessons they taught us in public policy grad school (there is TOO such a thing shut up) was to always be the person in control of the final draft of any document.

yup. rugby and soccer too. also, don’t put out your hands or you’ll break something.

true. but so does everyone else.

I read one of his quotes where he says he “visualizes his muscles being pliable” or whatever before he gets hit, so basically what he’s doing is relaxing rather than tensing up, which is... actually the right thing to do to minimize injury risk. he just thinks he’s invented it because he calls it something else.

yeah see here’s the thing: Fox News has ALWAYS been this way. the people in this story took their jobs - which, in all fairness, probably had higher salaries because it’s such a horrible work environment - knowing who they’d be working for. Ailes was in charge. Murdoch owned the company. ever was it thus. they’re not…

an excellent point, sir

that’s like the Boy Scouts. or serial killer training. one of the two.

seriously?

let’s all yell at each other. I’ll start: YEEEARRRGH

you magnificent bastard