A a Seattle Supersonics fan, my favorite team is most like the Oklahoma City Thunder. 

I know where I’m going after D&D on Friday night.

One of these weekends I’m going to finally take the trim and small buds from a recent harvest and try out making butter in my instant pot. From everything I’ve heard it’s the easiest, least stinky way to go about it.
I should also check how my tincture is doing. 

So the “jet fuel can’t melt steel beams” of UFC?

1) It was very fun watching McGregor get his face ground into the mat last night. Fuck that guy forever.
2) I hope Khabib lawyers up over his lost purse. It seems that in light of at the very least McGregor’s bus incident, precedent would be on his side. 

It’s so bad that I clicked through to see if that’s really the cover, and then re-read the entire cover, because I was sure there was going to be a misspelling. It’s fucking atrocious. 

The most fucked part is that she called her shot while testifying. She straight up said that she was going to be annihilated for this. And she is. She, the survivor, is the one who loses in this whole thing. The one whose life is completely fucked. I hate this planet.

I have a two pack of Arlo and they work reasonably well. In fact they helped my wife and I spot a hooker who got lost in our backyard while looking for our neighbor’s house. I still have a screen shot of her that I break out when I tell the story. 

I have a two pack of Arlo and they work reasonably well. In fact they helped my wife and I spot a hooker who got…

It also feels like a potential penalty on the poor. If polling places near you have been shut down, voting in your area isn’t done by mail and you’re without reliable transportation or you can’t miss work on a Tuesday you’re going to be fined for things that are out of your control.
It’s disappointing that the…

It’s kind of mind boggling that voting is something that you have to opt into. It seems far more fair that upon turning 18, your name is automatically added to the polls and removed automatically under any disqualifying circumstance.
But then, this is the United States, where our health care and tax system are also…

My favorite of the meat rolled in meat is bracciole, which is basically a meatball wrapped in sandwich steak and simmered in whatever your sunday sauce is. My aunt used to make it every once in a while, and it was fantastic. 

I refuse to believe that the state of Idaho is anti Dim Sum. Like tapas it’s a meal of snacks. It’s the best.

You have to start with realizing that they’re likely right, and you don’t believe them because of the chemtrails.

That one is so great. I feel like it’s a similar caliber of Kent Brockman’s “From now on we’ll all be taking golden showers.”

The comforting glow of the blue Marantz (or orange Kenwood) lamps are the best thing. 

Mine’s not even junky looking. It’s all brushed metal with wood cases. It looks like furniture, and has to because I have a wife. 

Agreed. It’s no Miami Connection (which was filmed mostly in Orlando).

There are many reasons to hate Marky Mark, but it was Donnie who unleashed that clan on the world (NKOTB4LYF).

I have two, one considerably more irrational than the other.
1) Tyson Beckford. I was on Say What Karaoke when it was a thing, and I just got this rude vibe from that motherfucker, and I get angry every time I see his beautiful face now.
2) Damian Lewis. Open your fucking mouth when you talk motherfucker. I hate that…

I have friends who sound like yours who gobble up everything under the sun. I can’t do it. I don’t have the time, or TV’s, but a few years ago, I realized that, a few - typically indie - matches or shows aside I have a “wrestling season” where I enjoy going all in. It’s the stretch that starts with the Royal Rumble -…