I’m surprised this hasn’t happened here before. Colorado Springs is a weird combination of military, evangelicals and pseudo-libertarians.

Of course he is a white evangelical male. Of course he is.

Czech yourself!

The second biggest food argument in my household is over the (obvious) grossness of beets and my wife’s (incorrect) love of them.

Why do you have to be Russian to the end of the story? He’ll be Dane when he’s Dane.

Are you Finnish yet?

Oh, that’s awesome! The maple one is excellent too, if it shows up. It’s the best maple syrup based beer I’ve ever had.

I have a bad feeling Dallas is looking at a 3rd string quarterback currently riding the pine in Cleveland

I’m not an IPA fan either. I used to be, but in the last ten years, this HOP THE FUCK OUTTA EVERYTHING trend has gotten way out of hand. A friend of mine got one that I swear smelled like dirty bongwater. Why the hell would you do that to a beer? What did it do to you? Eyuch. I prefer porters and stouts, and trippels…

Oooh, black lager. Gimme. *grabby hands* Is it good?

This story only starts out like a horror story. It was horrible for me at the time. My boyfriend and I were celebrating our first Thanksgiving together. It was also just a couple years since my Mom died, a loss which had blasted a huge hole in our family. We scattered after that and had Thanksgivings either alone or…

My brother in law once smugly explained to me that single cell organisms evolving into modern man was as statistically likely as a hurricane going through a junk yard and randomly assembling a fighter jet. Clearly the only logical explanation was that we were created by God in his image.

This is a sad, not funny story, but Thanksgiving is always a little bittersweet for me because it was the holiday I realized my first marriage was over.

One year we all had the flu on Thanksgiving day, but my mom prepared dinner anyway, even though none of were up to eating, or even getting out of bed. You know how sometimes you’re too sick to even watch TV? We were that sick, all of us, but mom went ahead and started cooking.

While I was growing up my parents had quite a bit of money. An estate on the Main Line, house in the Hampton’s, blah..blah..blah. After many bad investments and years of reckless spending, the inheritance was gone, as was most art work and jewelry. My parents put the house they had lived in for 20 years on the market…

I have 2 memories which have gone a long way towards me finding this holiday a total waste of energy: 1, my brother puking over the table so hard that the Thanksgiving dinner was awash in his barf, and 2, my mother pitching such a fit in the kitchen that she threw a hot saucepan full of gravy at my dad and me. So,…

Here’s mine:

The difference between the steroid-ridden pterodactyl-sized turkeys they sell at your local grocery store for five cents a pound with your loyalty card versus a farm-raised free range turkey is dramatic. Don’t bitch about lousy turkey flavor when you spent less on a 20 pound bird than on a Frappucino.

Best thing about Turkey on Thanksgiving is re-watching old Deep Fried Turkey Fires. Enjoy.

I use to love Wilbon. Then he became an old, star-fucking, anti-STEM, “traditional” media elitist douche.