Can we, like... find a list of everyone who paid those prices for the rights to purchase seats at Rams games?

Oh! Didn’t know he had a stroke, but I’m glad he’s back! My kid shanghai’d me into watching Woody Woodpecker, and Tim O’s presence is the only thing that kept me from gnawing through the TV’s power cord to stop the pain.

That’s great, Drew. But who are the Chefs?

Yeah... return trip from Myrtle Beach to Maryland, the not-quite-2-year-old vomited once at a Starbucks, once in a Cracker Barrel, and twice in the car. It was... tense. But she looked so miserable it was hard to really be mad, we just kind of hit that tranquil pool of misery and resignation where we could…

Pipes are awesome. How else will we format our tables? How? HOWWWWWW?!?!

Where are all these over-the-edge pee-ers coming from? The fly is there, it’s easy, it’s tidy, it’s sanitary! What the hell are you people doing, and why do you enjoy constricting the flow from beneath? 

I generally try to keep a more-or-less optimistic view of life. But when I see reactions to this that amount to “I have to go to work in constant pain and be treated like shit by capitalists who can barely remember my name even though I’ve been ruining my body for them for 10 years, so why shouldn’t this guy have to…

I’m not sure “ungreyed on Splinter” is something to aspire to. Half my comments there have just been “Hey please allow me to take 10 minutes to look something up on Wikipedia that you should have done before hitting ‘post’ on your article, chum.”

Oh cool! Good luck to the creators!

That couldn’t have helped much either.

This is my fault, I think.

Re: your first point... RIGHT?! Do people not remember what it was like living here under George W? We protested every other day then, and the only people calling us “anti-American” were the reactionary dinguses who propped up his administration.

Just 5,000 copy-pastes of FUCKTOMB

In Providence? Wish I could go... have so much fun!

I got called by a colleague I was, at most, somewhat acquainted with, at 11:00PM, to come pick him up in Fell’s Point because he’d just gotten a chest tattoo of Ft. McHenry and the Maryland flag, had gotten wasted to kill the pain, and was unable to drive home.

Not in our hearts!

Choose your second, then, and I will choose mine. I will meet you on the beach at the stroke of 10, and I will have satisfaction, sir.

Truth has no place here! But yeah, Angelos and his family seem to be decent people(?) with philanthropy and pro bono work and stuff. I just blame him for the baseball woes.

In chicken, yes.

also the Maryland flag sucks