Different car, same outcome: I drive an old Galaxie with mags, a cam and glasspacks, and almost every time I take it out some lunkhead starts revving up his Mustang or whatever next to me at a light. Look Falfa, this isn’t American Graffiti, it’s a main street in New York City.

I would like to see severe civil judgment. Like bankrupt this asshole and his entire family. Sue him and if he has a house, take it. All of his belongings get auctioned to meet the penalties. And no option for putting things in his wife’s name (if there is one) so she keeps it. I want the Lockhart clan living in a box…

I never read any of the novels and haven’t seen the films in many years. I assumed there were lots of things that sailed over my head (and recaps were invaluable for Hannibal), but I loved it for those exact surreal, avant garde qualities. Sometimes it was great to look at even if I wasn’t 100% sure what the hell was…

Absolutely.

Everything and everyone was fantastic in Hannibal. And still people wouldn’t watch it. Guess we need more variations of NCIS instead.

Schools investigating rape accusations is idiocy. They have a vested interested in minimizing the reports of such incidences, and in trying to discredit accusations against important athletes. To compensate, they have now been pressured into kangaroo courts where accused have zero rights.

Aldi, the discount cousin of Trader Joe’s, also has GS cookie knockoffs that are indistinguishable from the real product at like 1/3 the price.

All girl scout cookies are boxed stool samples compared to Tagalongs.

I love pork and appreciate that there are people who make it possible for us. But Oh My God I can’t look at that picture.

What a difference a year makes. NL champs, high expectations, bright future, monster rotation, a new Hall of Famer, wacky players riding around on horses... it’s good to be a Mets fan.

Thanks! It’s not unintentional.

Well, I hope you’re right.

As I stated elsewhere on this comment board, seemingly daily a lunatic slashes, stabs, assaults, rapes or shoves onto subway tracks an innocent person, usually a woman. And almost without fail, it’s a cretin who stopped taking his meds, or otherwise fell through the cracks. These people need to be locked up, very far…

A warm bed, fingerpaints, and doctors to listen to her entitled whining sound a lot cozier than a grave.

Eh... someday he’ll decide he doesn’t need those pills anymore, they make him feel wonky... or they just stop working. And then he’ll slaughter someone else, and there will be hand-wringing and “No one could have foreseen this” platitudes.

Chapman can take his place among other Yankee greats like Chad Curtis, Luis Polonia, Roger Clemens, Jim Leyritz, Mel Hall...

I always manage to bollix it up. They catch fire, or I’m too far from the flame and they don’t look any different, so then I put them right in the flames and they fall apart.

Joe Montana had Jerry Rice and John Taylor. Simms was slinging it to Phil McConkey. Who knows what might have been had the draft been reversed?

Worst way to eat marshmallows: toasted on a stick at a fire. You burn the outside to a vile-tasting, crusty char, while the inside is molten sugar lava that will destroy the inside of your mouth for a week. It’s tons of fun to toast them - just let them burn all the way out and throw them on the ground, and then eat…

“should we allow it as a society?”