I’m beginning to think the NFL is more concerned with making money than it is in humanity’s collective quality of life.

Then he said to the tree,“May no one ever eat fruit from you again.” And his disciples heard him say it.

I’ve got my souvenir cups from the last one. Hope to add to my collection!

I don’t ever talk to the neighbor on the south side of my house, because, well, he’s insane. He parks his car right under our bedroom window, which normally would be fine, except for when he comes home from the bar at 2 in the god damn morning blaring shitty music on his car stereo. He always finishes a song out, too.…

So a group of people dominated an area for many years until outsiders moved in, took over everything, and routinely massacred the original inhabitants. Interesting.

The lack of transition from paragraph 1 to 2 made this post super-creepy.

Well, see the reason is, wait, hold on,

Sounds like Peterson wants a switch.

They did great in Afganistan.

That’s odd. Buzz Killington is very well known around here for level-headed, well-thought-out posts full of verifiable fact and not an ounce of hyperbole, extrapolation, or soap-boxing.

Honestly fuck it let them take over the problem there. Let them waste their money and time. Hell hopefully the terrorists will hate Russia as much as they do us and start taking some of the hate to them. I see that this could be a good idea for us.

Hey, some more hyperbole and misrepresentation of reality from Buzz Killington to look forward to.

Yes, as did everyone else on staff.

Google Images is rich and abundant. Well, it had two.

KAZOOOOOOOOOOOS!

When I managed a Borders we were also responsible for this small calendar kiosk on the other side of the shopping center. I was there covering someone’s lunch break and this crazed woman came over demanding why we had no bichon frise calendars. The dog calendar people were always the weirdest.

I was way more of a smart-ass when I worked in a bookstore, since my manager was always job hunting and couldn’t have cared less. During the height of the “Twilight” craze, right when the last book and the first movie had been released, we were sent a metric ton of merch, including those SweetHearts chalk-flavored…

“Did you accidentally pick up your husband’s magazine?”