What you get on your blue crabs is more likely J.O. seasoning. Which is much better than Old Bay, in my opinion.

This is literally the first EV I’d actually buy.  And they’re not going to offer it here.

My kids school has scheduled parent-teacher conferences after school on Halloween. What a dick move to kids and parents (and especially teachers with kids).

Ritz crackers for meatloaf.

Chevy did this on the C8 Corvette. And like GM, Ford gets to pick and choose which tuners get the key.

I worked at a Honda dealer when I was 17 and bought a non-running ‘79 CBX for $300. It needed a whole new bank of carbs, which you could still buy new for $1000, but that was more than I could afford. So I sold the bike. For $300.

Honda CBX

My fried chicken has been MUCH more crunchy since I started using cornstarch at about 1:4 ratio with flour. Interesting to learn the science behind that. I didn’t know potato starch was a thing but I’ll look for some.

Well, if you’re going to call abortion “Health Care” (which it is the literal opposite of) then it’s fair game for a church to call themselves a “Crisis Pregnancy Center”.

My kids won’t touch a bratwurst. But they sure love sausage hotdogs!

They’re trying to ban marijuana edibles because someone might give them out as Halloween candy.

Sleep deprivation is a hell of a thing.  

Cutting emissions from trucks is literally the opposite of Inflation Reduction.

Get together with the car guys and take over the HOA. Then ban whatever species of plants are in Karen’s landscaping.

Be sure to snack on a tide pod while manufacturing chemical weapons in your toilet.

It was Rama.

Half a roll of paper towels? How plebeian. My fried foods are only tolerable if they have been dried on stacks of freshly printed $100 bills.

This is purely symbolic as everybody in Virginia uses route numbers for just about all roads.  Google Maps and Waze are the only entities who don’t.  Which is annoying because GPS will say “Turn left on Fred Shwartz Memorial Parkway”, and I’ll have no clue what road that is.  Oh, it meant Rt 17 (or whatever).

My brother passed two weeks ago after 18 months of brain cancer.  I don’t know whether it would have been better or worse if it had happened suddenly.  On one hand, I got to say goodbye.  But on the other hand, I had to watch his decline.  Either way, I feel empty inside.  Like the sun set and will never come back…

Cleaning guns.