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Not a fecal sample, sir.

Delfeayo Marsalis on Clutch's "Crackerjack." I played trombone in high school and I was good, you sonofabitch. I'll never make it this cool.

That's an interesting point, and it reinforces the notion that intelligent people are the ones most willing to honestly listen rather than reject an idea based on bias.

It's long and weird and unfocused, and this American doesn't like it. I'd say the same for Unchained Melody.

Is narrowing the stream of information an advantage? Honest question. There's so much junk information that can be presented as more than it is, and people who otherwise seem intelligent to soak it up.

That's where I confirmed it in my head, then scrolled up once I finished. I don't like to read the O'Neal ones too quickly.

I only noticed it before from Dr Evil and Carl Sagan.

People do talk about you behind your back.

I'm in if someone will throw Trump through a barber shop window like Marty Jannetty.

"Cue" is as cringeworthy as shortening "pizza" to "za."

I'd call it smoking the shoulder no matter what the vessel was. And I'd call the product barbecue.

I'm from southeast US, and to me "barbecue" is strictly a noun which refers to chopped or pulled smoked pork. Used loosely, it might mean smoked brisket. The hardware on which you cook it is called a smoker (unless it's a permanent installation, which would be a smokehouse or a pit).

I've grown numb to that feeling. So now it matches all my other feelings.

Me KICKIN ASS

Clearly.

A day without a pun is a day without the sun.

Involuntarily slimy?

Cut the broccoli into tiny pieces and don't precook the florets— just stir them into the bechamel sauce for a minute over the heat, before you add the cheese. A little cayenne and minced garlic elevates it too. If you use the stalks, they might need a quick saute first.

I hear you, but perhaps you have never sampled a sausage and egg biscuit from Hardee's, or better yet, Bojangles. Ideal for hangovers or road trips.

Did we have the same childhood? I lived in a VA town with a population of maybe 1,000.