Objects can be ‘oriental’, people are not. You can have an oriental rug, or say you are traveling to ‘the orient’. You can not say I learned to stir fry from an ‘oriental’ man.

anotherKinjauser insults other people through ignorance, is gently corrected twice, accuses others of ‘lack of chill’.

Typically they are older people that loved riding motorcycles. They don’t have the strength to wrangle a bike anymore, but they still yearn for the uncaged motorist experience.

If something is an Olympic sport, plenty of people care about it.

While not as back and forth nimble, outrigger canoes tackle some awesome waves.

Only lazy posers sit in a canoe. Proper form dictates you kneel in a canoe, with your butt resting against, not on, those little benches.

Growing up I had the world’s dumbest golden retriever. Moron chewed on ROCKS. By the time he died his teeth were all effed up, but there was nothing we could do to stop him.

Sad thing is, before and after his presidency he was a tireless philanthropist helping out people affected by the great depression. He felt it wasn’t the federal governments job to help out with social welfare, and that was the death knell of states rights.

You’re getting a star, but you are also causing me PTSD.

Erudite people can have slip ups now and than.

Book 1- Hey that was pretty good! Sure it was painfully straight forward and tropish, and there wasn’t a single original thought in the entire book, but, heck, it was enjoyable.

You missed the sentence before that one. He was referring solely to baseball.

My boss said a very similar thing when his first girl came into the world.

To people unfamiliar with wildlife, it’s often a shock to learn that predators will mostly leave you alone and everything else will fuck you up. I’m far more frightened of white tail deer than I am of bears or moutain lions.

Like every third ‘Funbag’ there is a question that makes me wonder to myself “You thought Drew Magary was the best source of advice on this topic?”

You mistook me. While I enjoy some Thelonious Monk now and then, I am hardly a jazz guy. I fucking hate Malmsteen’s schlock and was making a negative comparison between his crap and free form jazz.

Sometimes you don’t know a thing is going to be a deal breaker. An ex of mine was obsessed with Bono. U2 sucks, but whatever, I like some shitty bands too, doesn’t seem like a deal breaker, right? Nope, after hearing about Bono EVERY DAY FOR 8 MONTHS, I now venomously despise the man, and actively fantasize about…

I could be naked in a room with every suicide girl model, snorting a mixture of cocaine and ground up viagra off their tits and if one of them said: “Wheel of Time is my favorite book series” my erection would wilt and not be returnable for like three days. Some things, only a few, are more important then sex.

Jazz is super cool. A jazz song is enjoyable. Jazz noodling is unbearable ear poison. People that add non-musical sound effects to their jazz noodling deserve to be shot.

I think that is better than the A.I. wannabes I grew up scrubbing with. Ballhog every posession and play no ‘D’. More concerned that their ‘bits of flair’ look good and stay in position. Heaven help you if you get stuck with two Iverson jerseys on the same team. Just go home and read a book if they’ve both got…