Plus there’s the issue of forcing out actual microbrews from grocery store shelves - the store’s buyer figures “Hey, a craft brew is a craft brew, and I can get it cheaper from MillerCoors or InBev, so let’s go with it!”

Butterfield’s? Sounds like it’s best to drink it in stages.

Last Christmas my brother brought a winter sampler big box to the family get-together. Turns out I was the only one who liked the Horchata Ale, so I got to take it all home along with my share of the leftovers. Minor victory!

Runaway!

Coconut crab.

According to this guy over on Gawker’s military intelligence channel Phase Zero, Boko Haram may finally be reaping the whirlwind from the countries it’s been tormenting (caveat lector and all that):

A true wizard (or maybe a lexicographer) would have said “widdershins” instead of “counterclockwise”.

This is a green tea donut with brownie sprinkles.

Eh, stick it in your ossicle-free ear.

Fortunately, I am the heaviest of sleepers, so I don’t have to focus on being in a tube of aluminum traveling at 600 miles per hour eight miles above the earth.

Through TV, of course. Self-respecting Cuban men of the era also slept in twin beds and only went to the bathroom at work.

“I could help if you just gave me a chance!”

Now, now, half of that is going back into the community via research grants in neonatal canine displacement via rapid extension of the lower extremity.

Åland it to you, it sounds Faroe.

Radical idea…if the team’s name is the Clippers, then maybe incorporate an actual clipper ship into the logo.

Not while she’s in 20th Century Jail.

“Look, I needed the money - do you know how much a Kzinti telepath makes?”

Evidently Greg Gutfeld likes unicorns.

I figured a nice thick paperback would make the flight to Florence go faster.

This is what it was like before the containment spells were enacted. Many District Managers gave their lives…nay, their very souls, to cleanse the airwaves of this puppet-mockery of humanity.