True, no one really calls it that but no one calls the home run derby “The Allstate Insurance All Star Home Run Derby presented by T-Mobile” or whatever. Personally, I think naming rights for stadiums are stupid and a waste of advertising dollars.

At least it’s still a company that’s headquartered in the state. The Baltimore Ravens play in M&T Bank Stadium, a company based out of Buffalo. Before that it was PSINet Stadium (Piss Net to the locals) which was a company based out of... New York. 

They’re very, very rare now. I’ve seen one in Vegas and one in the dive-iest of dive bars in Baltimore that still had cigarettes, and I’ve seen at least one other one re-purposed to sell other things. Apparently they are regulated in the US now and you can only have one in a place people under 18 years are not allowed…

Time to log off, Mr. Bezos.

I remember reading a story on the internet where a guy (apparently know for this sort of thing) documented how he bought a sex doll only to find the package stolen, file a police report, and then find the mutilated corpse sometime later after the cops busted a junkie. The junkie apparently was trying to get the metal…

The Toy-box Killer (David Parker Ray) used his girlfriend and daughter as accomplices in his crimes where he picked up women from local bars and restaurants... 

Holes-in-the-wall (hole-in-the-walls?):

I moved to San Diego a little over 3 years ago and there were definite Chargers fans and Chargers bars here, even late in the season when they saw playoff hopes slip away. No one I spoke with was on board with the Spanos’s demands for a new stadium (except for the people in front of Target trying to get signatures for…

This is why I like to make potato chip chicken when I don’t have time to marinate or want some texture. Just roll some boneless, skinless chicken in crushed potato chips (any flavor works, go crazy) and bake.

Making them PG-13 gets bored teenagers through the door that otherwise wouldn’t/couldn’t get into an R-rated movie. Making it R-rated might make it tolerable to larger audiences which raises its ceiling but lowers its floor, whereas a PG-13 rating raises the floor and lowers the ceiling (which is also why they don’t…

It was originally a dark piece of plastic/metal to prevent him from getting beaned by dildos at Bills games but they mounted a TV on it so anyone obstructed could see what was going on. No one like watching a TV instead of the actual field of play (especially when they shelled out money to be that close to the action)…

I liked this movie, but I can’t really say I recommend it. Unless you really want to know how a prototypical serial killer works and how they see themselves and justify what they do in unflinching detail, maybe skip this one. It builds tension very well and will either break it with something darkly comical or…

My mapping is B = Jump, Y/A = Attack, X = Special with tap jump disabled and the right stick set to tilt attacks (don’t use it that often).

Send them down to San Diego for a year, Qualcomm SDCCU Stadium is still in use. It would piss off a ton of middle-class white people. 

I got to see St. Vincent as well this year and it was amazing. The show had an arc to it that I can’t really describe. She grabbed the audience on the first song and never let go of that command through the whole set.

Sleeves past your elbows, shorts past your knees, legs/arms twice the width as necessary, and layers of shirts (vest/un-buttoned button-down/v-neck + turtleneck/t-shirt/tank top undershirt). And if you had a hemp/gold chain/puka necklace you felt like you were an MTV host.

That is a brutal self-own.

I cannot stand people that saddle up to the urinal, take their dick out, and then immediately spit into the urinal. What happens if you spit on your dick, do you have to fuck the urinal? There’s no reason to involve any more bodily fluids in this transaction.

The description of The Green Fog reminds me of Doggiewoggiez! Poochiewoochiez!, in which Jodorowsky’s The Holy Mountain is re-created using clips from old dog movies/shows/commercials/VHS fodder.

Great, now I have the Cellino and Barnes jingle stuck in my head.