Braisin chicken thighs is wicked hahd

I assure you that this was all just a set up for a Good Will Hunting joke

They employ students to swipe other students in, sure. They don’t employ students to don hairnets and braise 200 chicken thighs.

The problem you have is that this is Harvard. The people that go there are not used to serving anyone at all. The people that go there — legacy, scholarship,and everything in between — are going to be the people that run the country. That program may work for a state school; that’s not going to fly at Harvard.

Apropos reminder (that has the added benefit of scratching a Yankees fan’s scab):

If there’s any justice a certain fan got a 108 mile an hour homerun right in the nuts.

I wouldn’t celebrate too much, Toronto. Tomorrow night you have to face a fresher-than-hell Zach Britton in the deciding Game 2.

That’s her!

Yankees fans littered their own field with beer cans after A-Rod slapped the ball away from Bronson Arroyo in Game 6 of the 2004 ALCS. You don’t remember this, because the Yankees’ stadium isn’t in Philadelphia.

In the same way an Oreo is the same as a bowl of ramen, I guess.

The only interesting thing was something I gleaned from the comments - this author is releasing a book of autobiographical essays. There’s some concern she may be using James Frey’s definition of “autobiographical.”

Can we get thirty to forty more stories on this. I need to know what the folks at jalopnik think about the dust jacket flaps on these novels. Are they a necessity or aesthetic claptrap. There’s still juice in here, DRINK IT!

Am I the only one who has never ever ever heard of Elena Ferrante?

Do you like dingers? What about dongers? Do you enjoy watching a team score 7 runs and still be on the razor’s edge of winning/losing? Then you’ll LOVE the Orioles.

The best way to do diaper bags (as a man, or not) is to not buy a diaper bag.

I didn’t know anything about the autobiographical essays collection. To me, that’s trying to have it both ways.

I’m glad he finally confirmed my suspicions! I was shocked at first to learn her identity, but after I went back and reread her books, I realized that Elena Ferrante’s writing style was exactly like Ashley Feinberg’s.

Welp, looks like I’m putting my 401k on the O’s tonight. How can I lose???

Now WHY would you do this? UGGGHHHH.