He could be an architect who designs railroads.

Trump over Hillary Clinton.

I guess my original post still stands: anyone, including tsuyoikuma, using the word ‘romantical’ unironicastically? Dealbreaker. Irregardless. 

You were using it ironicically?

That, no verifiable chewing, plus I found the actual box of pizza nearby, pepperoni and sausage, with about half a pie left. Abandoned. Outside. Rested on a Jersey barrier.

I’ll submit that the best barf is the proactive preemptive barf, when you stagger home and realize that life is just around the corner in three or four short hours, with things like the alarm clock and work and other people looming. Having the, ahem, guts and forethought to go to the bathroom, embrace the toilet and…

“I’ll tough it out...  I’ll be okay...  Ooh, that was close, but I feel MUCH better now.”

This list is all over the map, there’s no theme or criterion. Thanksgiving dinner makes sense, a huge amount of food wasted, a huge amount of vomit to heave up, probably an equivalence in dashes-to-the-bathroom-and-heaves and platefuls? Plus all the family to judge you.

Speaking as someone who just hosed down barfed up pizza off the pavement into the gutter, I had the same reaction to this list.

And Andrew Luck could have sat out on IR and made his money that way too.

Something tells me Jim Irsay’s stash is never that hidden.

A wholesome morall all wrapped up like a Vienna sTrudeau.

It was a simple joke. No need to harbaugh any feelings of inadequacy or confusion.

... From our point of view, he helped Unitas.”

Nothing’s dead down here
It’s just a little tired

I have no doubt that I am. We may appear to be flailing, but rest assured that we’re really trying, trying really hard, as we stumble from one disaster to another.

Okay, we have a COTD deliberation here...

I think we should be discussing the almost effortless offensive-line breach of the Peace fellow.