Well, I don’t know about the entire economic world of millenials, but I’ve heard that they are drinking so much wine that they’ve changed the way it is sold.  So that’s pretty interesting!

Back when I was a member the Brooklyn Costco would refuse to staff the cash registers for the first half hour the store was open. So you’d get there, zoom through the store efficiently, and still have to wait in a long fucking line of super cranky people.

Heh, I do sort of get what you mean, in that if I try something I then feel obligated to praise it and buy it. I’m pretty comfortable saying “no thanks,” though.

I mean yeah, if we are going to interpret this as a rape with him as a victim, then the minimum requirement going forward would be that he have absolutely no contact with the mom. He doesn’t even seem to be considering that, or solo therapy either. (He seems to want couples therapy just to force the wife to stop being…

Well, he hurt his wife by not disclosing this before they got married.  I think most people would feel deceived in that situation.

Now that that his career is over Imus is in the mourning.

Well yeah, if your mother is willing to suck four or five dicks a night she can easily rack up that much in income. How do you think she paid to send you to spam college?

I know for a fact that the Police Surgeon placard (which the PBA sells to anyone who is vaguely in healthcare) gets you out of parking tickets.  There used to be one douchebag on my block with a mercedes SUV who would use it to park in a hydrant every damn day.

I have two main problems with Billy Joel.

Throughout my life I’ve happily drank shitty coffee. Now that I am basically middle-aged and comfortable I have a burr grinder at home and have developed a definite preference for starbucks (grande pike, black) at work.

Somebody contemplating suicide is simply going to pick a convenient method.

I think maybe it is considered interesting because people think it leads to a motive. In my opinion this is unlikely, though - it is kind of logical that a dickhead who gambles for a living and amasses a huge arsenal would also seek out these kinds of kicks.

Righteous!

I see no difference between this and the people who try to evade parking tickets in NYC by putting vaguely police-related paraphernalia on their dashes. The police union even SELLS a bogus “Police Surgeon” placard for $500.

I passed on your mom tonight, because she is a great deal bigger than Joel Embiid.

Yeah, it’s kind of weird how the gawker empire keeps trying to offer content that is basically nothing but “restaurants customers, am I right?” Kitchenette was all whining, all the time.

My fantasy is a window fan that knows inside + outside temp and has basic AI to evaluate the forecast, time-of-day etc.  It can pump air in or out or, when not running, seal off the opening to the outside world.  And it’s very compact (like a Dyson product), takes up only a few inches of window space.

He doesn’t act like other replicants. He has no physical benefits of being a replicant. He’s been murdering robots for years and doesn’t know he’s a replicant (only Sean Young is supposed to not know she’s a replicant, she’s the experiment).

Forget it Xanderpuss, it’s Kinjatown.

Nah, dude, you are the only one who looks “wildly thoughtless” and “tin-eared” here. Keep it in your pants next time.