There are only five yesses there - who’s not getting a “yes”? I’m pulling for “migos” because I’m an old and have no fucking idea who or what that is, but it’s prolly James Bay.

I would watch all of this.

I would put Texans up there - it’s always too cold for them and because they’re Texans, they constantly insult the people who live anywhere it’s not at least 75°F. (Ironically they also complain about the heat. Texans are whiny and suck, is what I’m saying)

I have a couple of friends who live near Denver, and they like to brag about how it’s still usually warmer there than here in Chicago, so that half the time the snow melts instead of stays around like here.

I believe “What is that stupid asshole doing?” is on Pete Rose’s family crest. In Latin. Fancy and shit.

Thanks, but none of it’s special or rare, just the regular edition with a sticker or stamp that says “property of the record label” and a hole punched in the bar code. I can’t imagine anyone would pay a premium for that.

See, that’s my problem. I have a ton of promo stuff (I worked for Borders Books and Music for about ten years so I accumulated a lot of stuff), and a lot of it is stuff I’m going to get rid of, but most shops won’t take them because of the promo stamp on the front. Plus a lot of magazine promos (the British magazines…

I’ve had Great Northern at least once. I also liked their Czech pilsner (I could get that in cans for a while). I really need to make another trip up there.

I don’t think I’ve had anything from Pipeworks yet - I’ve been on a Half Acre kick for a while now.

I used to tell people that the founders were Martha & Frank Gibson, and they Frenchified their names to be fauncy.

I wish I could consistently get Summit beers down here in Chicago. At best I can sometimes find Saga or their pale ale (and the last time I found some I bought it, got it home, and discovered that it was a year and a half old and tasted awful). But whenever I buy a seasonal twelve pack I’m pleased with everything in…

I’ve been on a 80's-90's music kick lately (I’m calling it my “Ben Wyatt” phase), picking up copies of all the records I liked but somehow either lost or didn’t buy originally (because I listened to them enough I didn’t feel I needed a copy). Plus, I went through a very British-centric phase right around then so there…

Man, I remember that report (I started working in a record store in about 1993). I also remember the advent of the CD single, which I liked because we were allowed to security tag those so they disappeared a little less than cassettes. (Now I think of it, I loved CD singles, because good ones had good stuff on them,…

I never thought I’d see the day where Lotus is considered the reliable choice.

It looks super clean and complete - I wonder why it’s on Copart and not BaT or something.

No, we want them to go away!

Around the WH it’s called “Dope Flix And Chill”

I like to be able to stretch my legs out a bit, and sometimes sit back from the table with them crossed when I’m not actually eating. Can’t do either of those things in most booths. If I know I’m going to be there a while I might ask for a table, especially if the layout means they’re not crammed up next to each…

I’ve bought my last four 959’s, as well as a The Ferrari and a pair of Ford GTs off of Craigslist. Just waiting on delivery!

You know, I never realized that the perfect background music to a stripper routine is the groaning of a low revving V-8 and the crunch of a truck transmission.

This is the same guy (it’s almost always a guy) who says “Welp, must be free! Har har har!” every time a cash register doesn’t scan properly. Totally tries to sell it, totally thinks he’s the first person to say it, totally gets pissy if you don’t have to stop what your doing to compose yourself after laughing so…