On behalf of those of us who don’t want to live forever, I’ll be eating double fries with my double Scotch and two burning cigarettes in the ashtray.  These health nazis aren’t even a tiny blip on my radar of awareness.  Excess. What ‘merica does best.

It’s a shame that the Fire Theft haven’t released anything in so long either way. I really liked their stuff and, of course, Sunny Day’s as well.

I heard Ambien makes you say crazy shit. Maybe he took one of those last night.

You forgot the other three sss’s in Badasssss.  Do they have Petey Wheatstraw, the Devil’s Son-In-Law?

I’m pretty sure it’s blink one eighty two just like the film their name is based on, Turk 182:

I will definitely try this this weekend, most likely Sunday when all Chick-Fil-A’s are closed.

I do this as well and don’t see anything wrong with it, in fact it’s sometimes necessary to take food from the breakfast buffet back to the room b/c of limited dining room space.

In my family I usually get up with my youngest daughter and go downstairs to get food for all of us, including my wife and sleepy oldest…

This sounds like the beginnings of a great Haruki Murakami book.

The password was probably ‘turtle’. Just turtles all the way down.

Do they also wear Crocs?

He’s definitely not Carol in HR

Those are definitely Big Macs.

This story was so depressing I had to watch the Gummy Bears theme song 10 times just to find some happiness again.

I’m still convinced she’s actually a collection of snakes writhing beneath a sheath of “lifelike” skin controlled by a demonic snake wrangler. 

You must be a joy to be around.

Don’t assume my party affiliation because I don’t want to hear the cause you’re behind this week while having a light read on the internet.

It’s more like saying I disagree with slavery, then buying shrimp that may have been sourced by slaves. Also it was meant as a joke, not a point to be be made because like so many of my fellow Americans, we just don’t care.

Jesus Christ does everything have to be tied to a cause. Sometimes you just want to pig out on shrimp until you puke.

It’s just the kindling. The real warmth comes from the collective hate glares.

Now you must listen to the whole thing.