Yeah. The cocktail's called an "icesheet."

About two years ago I was in a very similar situation while on a bicycle and happened to cross paths with an adolescent buck—This was on a college campus, hardly the wilderness of Yellowstone. He had (thankfully) fairly little horns and wasn't particularly big for a deer, but he still enjoyed reminding me that his…

...plague of white trash these little taints exemplify that made me leave Ohio. Was this Elyria? Just bulldoze the place and start over. The good news is this was probably the high point of their worthless lives, so now they can go die of a smack overdose and let heroin take care of what their mother's didn't have…

It's the plague of

Poor Houston. The Astro's can't even win with Sergio Escalona cheating.

Back when I was an actor, I had a gig at a theatre that was next door to a pretty high end restaurant. The restaurant had been disposing of their grease by dumping it down the drain. Of course the way everyone found the restaurant was doing this was when the illegal grease dumps backed up the drainage for the entire…

So, does this just mean he's a Skynard fan?

Thank you for this! It's been a rough week and these kids are helping me—and this is in no way an exaggeration—face other human beings again. They are very rad indeed! Thank you, thank you, thank you— Both to Jez for posting this and to these kids for being rad!

Please don't let this reflect poorly on the rest of Ohio. That's what the Browns are for.

Have Jesus in your heart, in your ass... Whatever, Jesus is still in you.

As a lifelong Cleveland sports fan, I wholeheartedly agree. Growing up I heard my fair share of the argument that "Wahoo is tradition." Living outside Ohio really illustrates that the "it's tradition" argument is a load of crap. Wouldn't it be nice if the only thing Cleveland sports fans had to be embarrassed about…