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His dad was a bodybuilder busted for large amounts of steroids and coke, as I recall. Sage seems to be doing well at cycling off these days, at least well enough to avoid USADA/UFC testing but when he pisses hot it’s going to be more radioactive than Chernobyl.

Trends With Benefits sounds fascinating and also like it’s going to make me need to drink heavily.

I grew up ignoring basketball - I was short and slow and the Mavericks were in the era of their 11-71 nadir. I started watching 2-3 years into the Nowitzki/Nash/Finley/Nellie years and have continued ever since.

There was a story a couple of years ago in a literary magazine (I keep wanting to say Paris Review but that can’t be right) where the writer went to one or two kink shoots. The vibe I got was pretty disturbing - I understand that some/many women use BDSM for their own ends and exploration, but the porn version really

Let’s just accept that Formula 1 can’t exist in the US without massive subsidies from whatever state/city is hosting it and let it die.

Not to say that this is inherently different from any other major sport in the US - but enough people give a shit about football that financing a stadium has at least a little in

Meanwhile women have been expected to wade through a polluted river of lacy garbage, trading fake joyful smile for fake joyful smile, making weighty aesthetic and emotional choices and having to pretend the entire time the experience is a dream come true.

“Jose talks to management like they are children” is the most justifiable ‘attitude problem’ I’ve ever heard of.

No bars near me carry it but I’d go with Monopolowa - same price range as Smirnoff, more fun to say, legit Eastern European potato vodka.

I’m okay with kale man for “get one over on whitey.” That shit would have made my day as a server.

I thought the Chipotle visit was the heartwarming story of a guy from the office who was maybe challenged in some way or had a stroke or... anything, but nope. Just a lawyer.

I thought Rousey looked out of it at the weigh in - she could barely speak coherently when Rogan talked to her, she was shuffling, looked more drawn than usual. A bad weight cut and potentially lingering dehydration makes all those punches to the face that much harder to deal with.

Would you respond with this to, say, someone decrying Stones albums post-Some Girls? Maturing is fine, can even be great. Fugazi was a better band than Minor Threat, though I love them both. Sober Jason Isbell can write circles around drunk Jason Isbell. (Sobriety is a form of maturity, no?)

Let’s be real about America in 2015, though - Donald Trump is a legitimate candidate and Godsmack isn’t a flash in the pan. They’ve been famous for 15 years, give or take and were still playing in a 7000 seat venue.

I see two sides here - Hennessey is an asshole and running a program that would probably better be described as the automotive equivalent of a summer woodworking program - great for a hobbyist.

‘9 Inches’ reminds me of my coworker Jenn walking up to a six-top of major league baseball players (I think that the Blue Jays were in town but it’s been a long time) and announcing that our special for the evening was “Norwegian semen.”

I’ve never seen a server move as fast as she flew to the kitchen, beet red with

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Yeah, not okay. I mean, I’m happy that Rhett & Co can still tour enough to make a living, but that’s not the band they were from Hitchhike to Rhome through Too Far To Care (with Fight Songs and Satellite Rides being a step down from that but still aight). There’s no zing to the songs anymore.

It’s not bad but it’s not... good. Really just sounds like adult contemporary draped with country signifiers, which is the problem with the other country music too - it’s just rock with hillbilly signifiers or rap with or pop with...

The last good Old 97’s record came out in 2000. Every time they release a new one I cross my fingers for the best, but it’s never very good.

I’m amazed at how ignorant of lube people are, unless they’re doing anal. I’ve had partners where I never needed it but generally kept a little bottle for toys or just in case. If I ever mentioned lube to straight friends they acted like I was speaking Mandarin - lube, who needs/uses lube?