Punch Pizza in the twin cities is legitimately great. Plus they have a neat wage policy for entry level employees (something like every time they open a new restaurant, entry level wages for everyone get bumped up).
Punch Pizza in the twin cities is legitimately great. Plus they have a neat wage policy for entry level employees (something like every time they open a new restaurant, entry level wages for everyone get bumped up).
I’m not a Texans fan, but he was really fun to watch. It’s not going to be fun going back to Tom Savage o’clock.
The first Mulaney bit I ever heard was the “What’s New Pussycat?” bit. Instantly hooked me.
I really enjoyed Joe Mande’s recent Netflix special.
How does Chuck Pagano still have a job?
The fuck is this Little Caesar’s shit? Also Pizza Hut is better than Papa John’s. Their pan pizza is pretty fine.
I’m an economics professor, specializing in Industrial Organization. Coal jobs are never coming back. Most blue collar manufacturing jobs are never coming back as well. That’s horrible for a lot of families. But instead of trying to artificially resurrect these dead industries, we should work on educating workers for…
I don’t know, the time I got bumped up to business on Virgin America was the best flight experience ever. Not only was there an open actual bar, but they took out several seats to install a massage chair for in-flight massages. I’ve never been on a cruise and have no desire to, but I’d trust Branson to put together a…
I’m a professor of economics, and that story is dumber than anything I’ve ever heard from my undergrads.
I would love for them to sign Kaepernick now, just to watch the world burn.
How does Pagano still have a job? He took a once in a lifetime QB and completely wasted him.
I’m a complete sucker, so I find it totally believable and it continues to creep me the hell out.
Is this the draining of the swamp we were all promised?
I’m a white guy married to an Indian woman. We live in a somewhat rural area. They usually aren’t meant to be aggressive, but we get comments almost every time we go out. Again, not typically meant to be aggressive, but things along the lines of “Oh, aren’t you an... exotic... couple.” It sucks.
Indian pickle rocks hard. I like mango pickle, but finding and cutting green mango is a pain in the ass, so usually I just make it with garlic. Peel a shitload of garlic, mix it with Indian chili powder, turmeric, salt and a neutral oil, then let it sit in an airtight container for a week or so. This stuff goes with…
That last one is terrifying, but I think the “Look at Me” post from a few years ago remains the scariest of these posts.
He has no grasp on reality at all. I’ve given more sincere apologies in my last 48 hours of marriage than he has in his entire life.
I realize now this might sound weird, and I haven’t had it in over a decade. But.