Nobody’s calling the American’s dicks because they scored too much.

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Maybe if they would stop euthanizing the horses, less would die.

I will defend parts of New York as New England — that is fair, and linguistically accurate. But what the hell part of New York is in the Upper Midwest? We’re on the wrong side of the Great Lakes, fercris’sakes.

No part of New York is New England or the Midwest (or the Upper Midwest).

But so does Eastern Oregon.

Casually trying to burn the entire internet to the ground on a Friday afternoon is not very chill.  People might have previously had weekend plans they now have to cancel!

Counterpoint: No, he doesn’t. He’s a genuinely good person who is imperfect, like everyone is, but is actually willing to learn and grow.

Tomatoes are amazing in every form except “tomato”

Never forget their sacrifice

my great great grandaddy didn’t die at the alamo rent-a-car by the denver airport to see me kneel to that hated rebel insignia!

You’ve clearly never been to a taproom or ice cream parlor where there’s one staff person and a group of friends in front of you which each NEED to try 4 or 5 samples. Why do I have to seriously stand there and wait for their nonsense when I know exactly what I want to order and could have it and pay in 30 seconds.

I would say two or three. But the more important thing is to approach it intelligently: talk to your bartenders about your preferences and experiences—hate hops? really love Allagash White and want something similar? not driving tonight so döppelbocks are fine?—to help them narrow down beer recommendations for you and…

I never thought we’d see some of those columns that Drew wrote while he his brain was all scrambled up. Thanks for sharing.

It’s beer. Those are way too huge to be piss. I learned in my very lazy bachelor days that an urgently full adult male bladder will fill or slightly overflow a pint glass. Also, come on, piss doesn’t foam like that unless you’re pissing hard from a couple feet above the toilet, and the foam doesn’t stay for more than…

Seems likely its beer, for a few reasons:

It’s funny because as I think about it, SI really is one of those things that for me represents a very clear demarcation between the pre-Internet and post-Internet worlds. So there is a weird nostalgia in it for me for the days when I was stupid enough to like Rick Reilly’s jokes.

See these? This is what I do - get yourself a kitchen funnel, and a bottle with a speed pourer on top (you can find them at pretty much any department store). Transfer your oils to one of them - the one on the left is olive, the center is vegetable oil, and the right is...well, empty right now. Anyway, the speed…