Oh how I miss the days of the Ban Hammer

“Blake Bortles/Case Keenum/Nick Foles”

Yes, the alternatives matter. I kind of loved it when I was a kid, because when we first moved to the tiny town I grew up in, the only restaurant open past 9 pm was the Dunkin Donuts. Then Applebee’s came to town, and immediately became everyone’s “special occasion” restaurant until more options moved in.

Just like NFL coaches in Margaritaville restaurants http://abc7ny.com/sports/ex-jets-coach-rex-ryan-brother-rob-ryan-get-into-bar-fight/2066413/

I didn’t notice The Onion tag for the first 10 seconds or so, and was initially thinking “oh, that could work.”

Ruby Tuesday’s. I don’t have a particular experience, I’ve only been once and it was meh. But that salad bar makes me very nervous. You know that sneeze glass isn’t cutting it.

“...failed to maintain a single lane on numerous occasions.”

I was at an airport bar awhile ago, and some other guy waiting for his flight started chatting with me, as one does. Football highlights come on, Big Ben flashes up, and he says “oh, do you know who that is?”

So shitty. She’s been my favorite on the season by far. It’s a horrible thing to happen to anyone, but those pictures were hard to see.

To paraphrase PillBoi, wherever Jason is, I’m sure he’ll be watching, doing what he loved. Lots of whippets.

Oh, no doubt. As one of those guys that always orders the cheese plate for dessert, I would be very down.

It’s perfect, as Gronk looks exactly like the type of person that would try to eat a Tide pod. Basically, this kid grew up to be Gronk

Stupid Nick’s Wing Dump is going to popping.

Derek Bortles really upped his game.

Yeah, they’re a troll, and I fell for it. Not wasting any more time with them.

I will admit that their “Horsey” sauce is good, but it really is just creamed horseradish that you can get at any supermarket. And I did, for awhile, buy their roast beef sandwiches once a week. But it was because we had a sick dog, and he seemed to like them. Not for human consumption.

I see. So, in that case, go ahead and fuck yourself, while I hang out here, literally being a professor of economics.

My father and uncle both nearly died thanks to union fuckery, don’t accuse me of taking this lightly.

I’m sorry. I really sincerely mean that. But you’ll be alright.