Anyone old enough to remember Beefsteak Charlie’s and their All-you-can-eat shrimp and rib (or chicken) dinners? With the unlimited beer, wine and sangria? Went with my family when I was 18. They were half-racks of ribs. When the waitress brought me #2 I told her “Y’know what, just keep ‘em coming.” My family stared…

We went on a vacation to Virginia with another family, my daughter’s classmate and his sister and parents. We had hung out with them a couple of times and got along well enough that I felt comfortable just being me.

Near the LBI shore house we rented one summer there was a wing joint (Still there - The Chicken or the Egg) that had enormous wings. They had one of those challenge deals where if you eat 15 of their Nuclear wings in 15 minutes you got a free t-shirt, so one weekend (not coincidentally, the weekend my fiance was away…

We already have the definitive movie Batman.

Here’s a thought: it’s Malcolm in that grave. It makes sense that no one else would really care all that much if he died. Oliver feels a little bad because he DID help him defeat R’as. But not bad enough to be completely shattered as he would be if Felicity or Thea were dead. Maybe Malcolm shows up and helps Ollie…

There are more than 50 years of storylines to mine, why do they keep going back to the same villains and themes? We get it - everyone hates mutants, Magneto and Charles disagree on how to deal with it. They could have done a real Phoenix story. The Morlocks. Mojo.

Sadly, it is all too common among grown men. Like you I am inclined to give kids a pass, and ultimately it’s nice anyone is there.

There’s gotta be a middle ground between crazy church-lady hats, suits and finery, and the guy in gym shorts, a tank top and flip flops.

The Galaxie is a tremendously underpriced car. Some of them are gorgeous (like ‘64 and my ‘66). Ford built scads of them and they share drivetrains with Mustangs, so you are NEVER gonna run out of parts. They cost next to nothing compared to the same-era GTOs, Chevelles and such, and you will be the only guy with one…

Might I add: gentlemen, leave the damn flip-flops and slippers at home. No one wants to see your hairy disgusting feet ANYWHERE, let alone in Church.

The last time I shopped at BB for anything other than CDs (shut up, I am old), I asked the kid some questions about the device we were considering and he bent down and started reading the damn card out loud to me. Thanks, Jeremy, I never would have thought to look at that.

And don’t forget, the sodas come with free refills! I don’t even like soda but I have several cups just because I can. I then belch (even more so than usual) uncontrollably for an hour while my wife yells at me because they smell like hot dog.

My father-in-law is the laziest man on earth. He exists to watch TV, yet refuses to “search” for the HD channels on Fios. I’m all “it’s the same number, just add 500!” and he just shrugs. I told him about the C button and got the same response. I am going to have to find that auto-widget. Then again, is it that…

Like this one! One of my prized possessions as a lad.

Hmmm. A washcloth is scrubbing off dead skin and effluent residue and other such nastiness, while shampooing is really just about removing grease. (At least for me , greasy Italian that I am.) So an agitating tool would probably be overkill.

That’s the general position in my parish: “Hey, at least they’re here.”

Mayo is awesome. As are washcloths. You smell and your sandwiches are bad.

My Mom is friendly with the Monsignor who runs her parish. She asked him why he keeps the A/C so cold and he chuckled “You caught me”. After non-confrontational remarks after Mass and in the bulletin to “dress more appropriately” went unheeded, he figured if he cranked the A/C to about 62 degrees it might force people…

NYC Catholic here. I am flummoxed by what my (primarily white) neighbors wear to Mass. Tank tops, workout clothes, flip-flops, inappropriate t-shirts (A Black Sabbath shirt with 666 on the front - really?!), team jerseys. And the hoochied-up ladies, with the miniskirts or yoga pant/thong combo, and cleavage galore.

I was down here to say “Who doesn’t use washcloths?”. I guess Andrew doesn’t. Ew.