Look, Cooper’s spine really helped Eli win that race.

A dollar a wing is highway robbery. 

1. Oyster

Imagine being 70+ and still dressing like that. 

Since everyone knows that the only reason to own actual books at this juncture is to house them on a shelf and impress the people you’ve allowed into your home, this particular method can transform that typically banal presentation into some sort of odd pop art installation. 

The only weird thing is that sandwiches aren’t typically served as side dishes.

Obviously you’re not married, Danny. With marriage comes with the unfortunate realization that any dish you order, regardless of how unacceptable, will be shared* by your significant other.

It’s either him or Andy Kaufman. 

I want a Ted DiBiase one, but I know that won’t happen, so give me a Kofi Kingston bar, or even better a full New Day bar.
The real tragedy is that these wont’ be available for the Royal Rumble in two weeks. 

Flavors of Oreos Ranked:
1) Peanut Butter
2) Golden
3) Double Stuffed
4) Original
5) Getting hit by a bus*
6) the rest

*I haven’t tried the mint ones, but I imagine they rank higher than getting hit by a bus.

Fried chicken cutlet club with cheese and grilled onions I think is closer. But regardless of terminology it’s a good friggin sangwich.

Unless it’s the #4 from the deli that was across the street from my apartment in college, I don’t care. And even then, the #4 was:

Chicken Cutlet
Cheddar
Bacon
Lettuce
Tomato
Grilled Onion
Honey Mustard (or subtitute as needed)
on a Hero

Not exactly high profile IP. But I really want a #4 right now.

This entire thread has me yearning for the gone by days of foodspin. Goddamn you spanfeller.

There was a point in the late 90's where I lived in an apartment in NYC in which there was a “borrowed” village voice paper box that was employed as seating as needed. 

Fugazi > Nirvana. 

That’s absurd and Van Halen’s s/t is a flawless rock n roll masterpiece.

Krist Novescelic ft. The guys from Scream and The Germs and friends?

I shake, because I consider it an arm workout to shake the cast iron dutch oven that I’m making popcorn in. I consider it a Lifehack. 

I’ve also heard that this method leads to a more even pop with fewer unpopped kernels. I have no idea how true that is, but I’ve been making stovetop popped corn like this as long as I can recall. 

Someone with too much hair gel, bedazzled jeans and an Affliction shirt is going to gobble this up for a steal.