The only reasons for someone over age 12 to wear a baseball cap:
The only reasons for someone over age 12 to wear a baseball cap:
The greatest term for the function of eliminating liquid waste is and forever shall be “make water” I have taken to using it regularly and am hoping it starts to catch on, at least in my social circle, because it is so damn funny.
This is absolutely hipster bullshit, with a hint of fancy-boy fashionista nonsense thrown in. The guys prancing around the city in snug, mid-thigh length teal or salmon shorts look ridiculous. They’re the same assholes getting manicures and waxings.
Mike Bordick was signed by the Orioles
It’s the “Mecca of basketball” despite the Knicks having won two championships, the most recent 43 years ago. And that college basketball hasn’t been relevant in NYC since the NYU point-shaving scandal in the 50s, save the Mullin era at SJU.
Koufax, Seaver, Gibson... those guys would be just as great today.
Because lakes have that parasites and amoeba that creep into your brain and kill you. I’ll taker my chances with a sea critter I can try to fight off before an invisible cell of death.
I still confuse them and the Texans. Do we really need both?
There are so many venues in the NY metro area we could probably throw it together in 6 months if we wanted the hassle. House the athletes in all the empty college dorm rooms.
Mods like that and gauges and the like give me the willies. Which I guess is the desired effect.
I did that through my daughter’s childhood. Going to a Met game? Hit Modells the day before and buy her a stuffed Mr. Met for $3 and give it to her in the park! Same for Disney, we bought cheap stuffed animals and toys and hid them in a suitcase.
It pours for a brief interlude a couple times every day. Here’s a secret no one else seems to get: humans don’t disintegrate in water. People spend thousands to get to the park and end up bailing because it’s raining?! My family brought ponchos. I went one better and just wore a sweat-wicking type shirt and very light…
My buddy decided to drive his family down from NY to save a bunch of dough. Got himself a deep vein thrombosis for trying to drive straight through. Get out and stretch a lot.
Yeah, and if you are staying on-property every night there is one park open late for “Extra Magic Hours” for guests. Plan out so you hit that one every day (if you don’t have Park-Hopper). Go for a couple hours, then go back to your hotel for a couple of hours of pool, beer and rest. Then eat somewhere nice. Go back…
Not just an Asian thing. It’s an Italian thing also. It used to be an everybody thing until most Americans became selfish, puerile, insufferable assholes. Whether it’s the old folk who move away from their kids and grandkids to Florida (and then whine that no one visits them), or the kids like many posters here who…
Judging by his autobiography (and the look on his face) he’s probably lit to the gills, fell down and hit his head.
I was a kid in the 70s. I and every one of my friends had both of these posters.
I submitted a similar question to Drew which he ignored.
Around 6th grade one Saturday morning my parents were out. I thought it’d be fun to try all the stuff in the liquor cabinet. Just took a hit off every bottle; probably the equivalent of about 8 shots. I took a nap (read: passed out) and when I woke up joined my friends playing stickball. They were all puzzled by my…
I always loved the taste of beer. I have a picture of me age 2 sipping a can of Schaefer, and always got the first sip of Dad’s Piels on Sunday.