The question isn’t “Could YOU more easily dunk or hit a homer” - it’s “could more people dunk or hit a homer.” I’d go with homer for myself. Dunking a ball is a physical impossibility for me - bad knees, a bit too short, etc.. However, any able-bodied adult could theoretically hit a home run. I could get lucky.

My movie prop wish list:

It is cumin and it needs to be loved, just like every other spice does.

They shot most of the original movies (interiors, anyway) at Elstree Studios near London. They cast a ton of locals.

Doesn’t sound so much that Roland is the kid’s magical negro than the kid is Roland’s magical cracker.

Oxytocin is a hell of a drug. She may have been completely honest when she said she was into lack of attached strings, but sex stirs up the brain chemicals. Brain chemicals stir up the emotions. She changed her mind, literally.

Homer answer: Bags/Biggio.

Dude really needs to go full tang.

Counterpoint: Gin is vodka for interesting people.

We all have our dealbreakers. As we all seem to agree, Subway is just barely acceptable as a purveyor of sandwiches. Take pickles off the table, and that’s that. No longer acceptable.

Nah, the alcoholic is the guy who needs a strict rule on the amount he allows himself to drink.

Quicksilver would like a word with you. Oh, wait. He can’t because he’s dead.

You aren’t describing a conversation, though. A conversation is a delicate balance of give and take, and yes, sometimes that means the person you’re talking with (not “to,” “with”) will burst forth with a counterpoint or a shared experience. It is now your turn to actively listen to your conversation partner - not…

I agree that she’s way too filtered and over-focused on her tone - to the point where I’d use the word “inauthentic” instead of “robotic” - and actually find myself liking her more when she lets her asshole flag fly. You be you, Hill.

<raises eyebrow, chuckles, shakes head slightly, clicks away and never comes back>

Reclining makes you an asshole. This is a fact.

I’ve had a busy day, so I was gonna take a few minutes after work to figure out exactly why this story rubbed me the wrong way when I heard about it this morning. You’ve saved me the effort.

Yes. A thousand times yes.

Cats are like people. They are self-centered, enjoy killing things, and 99% of them are assholes. Every once in a while, you find a special one, and if anyone says anything bad about her, you will fight that person.

“CUPPERS”