White Hots (aka coneys) made their way east to Syracuse, and I make a point to eat as many as humanly possible when I’m home. And right now I’m looking at Hoffman’s site to see what it will cost to ship several pounds of white hots to Seattle.
Seatte’s culinary contributions are salmon in everything, cream cheese on…

It’s worth a watch, but I feel like PFT’s talents are mostly not put to great use in the show, but everyone else is pretty great in it.

Eh, it wouldn’t shock me if Donny T did an interview with PornHub.

It would be “too bad” if Eric was kidnapped and held for ransom, but lets face it Trump probably wouldn’t want him back. He’s no Ivanka. 

I am very interested in a wave pool in which tsunami is the standard wave size. 

Also worth noting, don’t let your tattoos sunburn. Unless you want them to look like those worn by thruway short order cooks, in which case, bake away friendo.

My Wednesday evening realization was that I prefer Bon and Viv’s hard cider for flavor, but I missed The Claw’s extra half a percent of intoxicating chemicals. 

I have other accounts with CapOne, but no credit card. I have not been notified of anything.

Fuck, using the plates as scooping tools, that’s some next level shit right there. 

It’s also the beer that I drink at any show, as it won’t get me drunk, I’m fucking old, and I have to drive home and HOW MANY BANDS ARE ON THE BILL? IT’S A FUCKING TUESDAY!

You and me, we’re the same.

It’s funny and all, but why the fuck would you put your cell phone number on the website? 

This is fucking stupid, but so are plastic wrapped cheese slices, but so are many Americans, so here we fucking are.

Incorrect. The correct move is to loudly announce, “dropped something!” and carry on with your meal. No more, no less. 

I saw this in the supermarket the other day. I’m going to grab a sixer for my float trip on Saturday, along with a half dozen rainier tall boys, just in case.

Very well and fine. I simply wish that the team behind Futurama had been given a crack at this series, as I find it to be the most likely spiritual successor to The Guide.

As a Jets fan as long as I can remember (which makes me wish for early onset dementia), every year when the draft rolls around I wish the Jets could draft new ownership.
Then I yell at my TV at 10am on Sundays, even though I now live in a town that is very pleasant through the falland has a football team worth paying…

Con: No Rescuers
Pro: That’s So Raven

I’m so very torn here. 

The weirdest thing about Qanon is that it’s Trump who’s waist deep in a child sex ring.