This sounds like the right place to post up to me.

I like surreptitious weed smoking in the garage while I watch the snow and smoke cigars to cover the smell.

Find a dive bar and make some temporary friends while you drink whatever swill is on tap.  This is a can’t miss, and where I’m from it would only take me maybe 30 minutes before someone I know walks in anyway.

I wonder how well it pairs with ham...

I like Strutter better:

I hope we start pressing them. Now that’s some old school witch killing.

My three year old has many less hookers pissing his bed, this I can guarantee. 

Needs more check cashing places and African braids stores.

I think they also dislike the cult following and rabid fans that seems to have formed around DFW after his suicide.

Sometimes, no matter how much you like an author or a book, someone else will hate it (them).

WaWa parking lots are the best, aren’t they?

Tell them all the truth, tip 25% on your way out the door.

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.