Ok. In a fair, if not necessarily just, world, George would be getting ready to watch the Lions and Cowboys play their traditional Thanksgiving games from his docket at The Hague.

I would totally listen to a band called Death Tsar. 

Giant bowl, tiny whisk sounds like a discarded Cake lyric. Or a Dreamworks animation Schwarzenegger/Devito reunion.   

Cool, now do cows.

This seems like a great game for a Friday! Perhaps it’s me still recovering from the PTSD of hearing him say California for his term, but I’d love to see him reading Donny’s eulogy in Big Lebowski. Or “I don’t fucking roll on Shomer Shabbos!”

We so wonderfully delightfully will not be hosting a thanksgiving dinner this year (in-laws opted to invite toxic aunt, we opted out of attending) and I’ve decided to make beef ribs, Mac and cheese, and some other soul staples instead just for the wife and I. But, there will still mos def be some pie. My mother’s…

If you a recap of the situation, they just profiled this on the Scam Goddess podcast. 

+1 if you goggled tinfoil Mickey Mouse hat. +1 billion if you made it. 

Sources with knowledge of the situation have revealed the name of the employee Easterbrook had his relationship with:

Knowing the way corporate America works, he’ll end up with a lucrative position on the board of the Mayo Clinic. 

I kept thinking it was like the year the Patriots were undefeated all season but then lost to a Giants team that barely even qualified for the playoffs, but then I realized that analogy made David Eli Manning instead of the pinnacle of perfection in British human history.

He also has the best posture I’ve ever seen.

I’m here because I don’t know where else to go. 

I appreciate specificity also. We had a 12-year-old trick-or-treater who was not just Ron Swanson, but Ron Swanson pretending he was Bobby Knight, with a stopwatch around his neck and carrying a folding chair. 

On a macro scale obviously everything that has happened has been dumbfoundingly stupid and incomprehensibly senseless. But how any ownership could look at the work you’ve done on this site, Diana, and not do everything in its power to make sure you continued to do that work under their masthead, is egregious professio…

You can’t tell this article to stick to sports without also telling the same to “Take Me Out to the Ballgame”. 

One wonders whether one could post an article discussing Huey Lewis’ best-selling album. 

When we were kids our favorite of the Christmas cookies dad made were the refrigerator cookies, not because the baked ones were delicious, which they are, but because they had to rest in the fridge overnight, rolled up like logs of yummy in wax paper. My dad would make a double batch because he knew, despite all the…

Was the musical about the printing press guy or Steve?