Nobody cares about your high school.

Seriously, walking away from that kind of money? Dude will be lucky to find work as a porter at this point. Or maybe he'll move to the Wisconsin backwoods to become a lager.

Shit, this was HEAVILY on-topic, as these things go. I don't think Drunkspin's going to be your bag, sport. Thanks for giving it a try, and speak highly of us on your beer message boards.

I don't really understand kosher food. Like, I know I wouldn't be able to order bacon, but I didn't know about this meat/cheese thing. But if I go to a restaurant, you know what I do? I order something that's on the menu. If I ask to sub something and they can't, I say "oh? Well okay" and then I give them legal tender…

thanks for the recommendation, and for raising the interesting point of how highly expectation factors into sensory experiences. Same way all beer tastes a little better on a sunny day, sour beer probably only tastes right if you're ready for it.

Midwestern food sensibilities may be a little strange, but it's not often I hear the argument that Midwesterners don't know their way around steak. I think the problem here is in ordering a steak at f'ing Cracker Barrel. There are only two types of acceptable meat at a Cracker Barrel: that which has been ground,…

Yum, a delicious 4-way!

Well, Tobias Beecher ain't getting any phone calls from his dead kids. Thanks, Schillinger.

Dan Gilbert lives his life sans comic relief

Haha, this reminds me of a text I got from my buddy a few months ago.

My two best friends could never get out of the abusive shit talking phase of guys just being guys, over a long time it just became them running me down, outright jealousy of achievements, verbal abuse, ruined group vacations from hell, it got pretty sadistic and I just called it all off. I make no effort to make…

This^

That's just. . .outdated information. 15% is not a good tip.

Ditto.

My tipping practices are what alerted my GF to my poor skills at arithmetic and worse skills at ballparking.

So what you do at No More is you take the money from a corporation and use that money to brand stuff.

It's a nice sci-fi trope, that of the mega corporation that gets everyone to go their way because they control all of the lines of information that really matter. Equal parts believable and, ultimately, frightening. It's bizarre to actually watch it happen, and the corporation be a sports league.

We truly owe our lives to Shooting Guns Man.

What were these people standing in line for, then?

If you played football, that whole "brain turning off" thing would take care of itself.