Someone needs to learn to fucking shovel.
Someone needs to learn to fucking shovel.
Big Celtics fan + Lehigh alum here. Basically this story might as well be about my parents arguing.
The Bucs sensed an impending chance at a middling level of adequacy, as a franchise, and (after careful consideration) realized that being a clownish, Browns-like organization is much more their speed.
You spelled “Flyers fans” wrong.
I never knew this was a problem to anyone. No shock that in Maine this kind of thing happens.
take your damn +1 and leave, sir.
+1, I wrote a whole thing but this said a lot of what I meant to.
Can I throw another idea in? There's also a subtler (more difficult to quantify?) point of milking pitch count: that elusive idea of the "productive out." I always understood that to mean not just that the SP would get tired and therefore expedite the (yes, presumably worse) bullpen arm's entry, but also the idea that…
not so much on the translation...
I understand this will only invite retribution and mockery but: I do this religiously. Mayo. I know.
Great catch, bro.
The kid seems to like using the word "peasant" unironically. What a little shitstain.
I feel compelled to mention that letting a potato ricer anywhere near a pot of mashed potatoes ought to be a mother fucking war crime.
Boo & hiss. The sweet potato is an inferior tuber and has a weirdo texture. For shame.
This biker diner I used to go to all the time (in Maine) used cross sectioned potatoes—little medallions like thick chips—for homefry purposes. Going in there usually meant seeing the flat top about 2/3 covered in little potato rings weighed down by anything not stapled to the fucking counter. I don't think I ever…
The mayo thing is real. Sounds disgusting and Magary will want to go on a killing spree if he hears about it, but mayo puts an unspeakable sort of crisp, oily, beauty on the outside of a grilled cheese. Life changing.
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