Especially if two of them died on the same July 4, like Adams and Jefferson. If I were making odds, I'd say it would have to be Carter and Bush I.*

You might want to be careful about rubbing your ham in Guadalajara, at least in public. I hear Mexican jails are not pleasant.

Those pit masters are human and they need to be loved! Just like anybody else does.

*Groans, upvotes*

Amen. At first I was wondering "Jesus, is she going to do that every time? She'll give herself whiplash!"

Just like the old gypsy woman said!

Drunken job applications are the best. The booze really brings out the honesty.

I can't imagine rooting for a division rival either. As a Raiders fan I could never EVER root for the Chiefs or the goddamn Broncos. In fact, one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my football-watching life is the first snap of the Super Bowl that went straight past Peyton Manning for a safety. The stupid look…

I agree with this sentiment, but in my house, I will double dip as much as I damn well please.

I'm on record in Block and Tackle as saying I'll root for the Patriots just as a fuck you to Goodell. And I hate Goodell, but I hate Trump even more, so after learning how Belichick, Brady and Trump are all buddies, fuck those guys. In fact, fuck everyone involved with the whole affair.

I've also heard that it's relatively common for people with sociopathic tendencies to become surgeons. That it can, in fact, be helpful to not feel empathy when you're cutting into a person.

Aldi has surprisingly good premade guac also. But, homemade is still always better, unless someone really fucks it up.

Whenever my wife and I share a bag of those, accusations of bogarting the rye chips immediately start flying.

I walked into a gas station in Jackson, Mississippi once and saw a whole shitload of ribs behind the glass, just waiting for some happy motorist. I badly wanted to buy a rack, but didn't figure it would be very easy to eat them on the rest of my drive to New Orleans. On the way back I got some kick-ass fried chicken…

You mean the couch in the back of your pickup truck, right?

A few years ago I picked up some Old Dutch Dill Chips on a trip to Minnesota. I didn't eat them all on the ride home and learned, while polishing off the bag in the house, that my cat loves 'em too. So, like me, my cat has excellent taste in chips.

Only if you're doin' it right.

If this wall can get rid of Corona, I might have to rethink it…

You can buy it and donate it to me.

I'll also go to bat for Budweiser, or Bud heavy or whatever you want to call it. It's my dad's favorite beer and what we drink every time we get together. At his house, at least. I'll have Bud and other stuff around at my house. Bud Light, however, is fucking terrible piss water.