Me too, I never mix ladies and movies on my sizzurp.

I like Maher, but Wilmore was a bit better to me. Not by a bunch, but… Anyhow, I like comics on the left going over political shit, and 4-5 nights a week of Wilmore was good. I'd like both shows, but New Rules is a reliably weak segment, with the occasional "last one" that Bill might have something good to say…

Trapped in Aladdin's bong.

Beer Bottlers were behind this!

I'm a fan of pop music (long story short: I used to shit on it, as if employed at the Hi-Infidelity record store and in disagreement with Jack Black) and I loved Call Me Maybe from the beginning, so I like her.

Yeah, no auto correct on that one.

That makes more sense!

The

Jewish gal and a dude named Christ, it's just got no balancing out possible.

Just edit out those scenes for the Lebanese version.

Robert Schimmel complained that his boner pills he was given were said to cause baldness..

Dear Savage Love,

I'm imagining gay farmers might frequently upload shirtless pics of themselves out in the field, somehow freer to disrobe than their apartment-bound city counterparts.

Connecting is what's fun, I'm generally gonna be able to get into it if she is.

After a youth of reading intellectual shit (and getting an intellectual degree) I've more recently gotten a kick out of different kinds of thrillers and so on, especially from decades past, some of it just garbage, but more often than not containing recognizable skill in its particular context.

Finding someone who's cool with you, and who you can imagine being happy around after sex, and the working on how much time to spend together (one or two movies or whatever a week, relax at home together in front of TV, a hike sometime, maybe move in together?). That could be great, step by step, that person might…

Yeah, same green bottles now as before. And I had other green bottle beers, but this effect was unique to Moosehead.

Slight tangent about Moosehead. In the 90's, and probably early 00's, I would open a bottle of Moosehead and the kitchen instantly smelled like a skunk had died somewhere in the distance, in a pleasant sort of way, like "here's some earthiness in your face". And the taste was refreshing, like the dead skunk had…

"They don't use mugs. They're using limes. They're Trappists. And some, I assume, are good brewskis."

I'll keep an eye out for it!