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Goddamn Mahershala Ali needs to be in everything; that man is soooo good. I loved him as Stokes on Luke Cage so much.

I’ve spent my career working in IT. Phil seems like every boss I’ve ever had who insisted on trying to use technology twenty years out of date to solve a problem that he didn’t really understand.

I stayed at a hotel in San Antonio when the Suns were playing the Spurs in the playoffs. The night before the game I was in the hotel bar, and Mike Breen, Jon Barry and Jeff Van Gundy,were who was televising the game for ESPN, were at the other table. Van Gundy got a phone call, and he just started yelling into the

“The problem with Phil Jackson is that he holds the joint too long rather than passing it, leading to a inefficient and uneven baking in the drum circle.”

My father in law passed two years ago today & Christmas was his favorite holiday. I’m sure eventually the season will be a time to remember how much he loved us & getting together with his large family (6 children, 5 spouses & a dozen grandchildren) while still managing to make way too much food. But right now it just

never forget

OhIdon’tknow,maybelikethemostannoyingbanteri’veeverheardisbackandscrewyounetflixidon’twanttowatchit (gasps for air)

Apologies to gilmore girls fans but i feel like the news cycle has been assaulting me with service journalism about this show and I can’t wait for it to come and go and fuck the fuck off already. But that’s how I’m feeling.

Artisanal coffee is bullshit, but cheap coffee is ass. There’s a bell curve, with the top being good stuff you buy in a grocery store. Rule of thumb: if you’re paying more than a dollar an ounce, you’re buying bullshit; but if you’re paying less than $5 a pound, you’re buying ass.

Look at John D. Rockefeller over here bragging about his bottles.

You can become a cat like Kevin Spacey.

Try this:

Jordan would have gotten actual tombstones.

what a lot of people don’t know is that james carville is actually just the “fruiting body” of a much larger underground organism

Remember when Pepe Le Pew was merely a caricature of aggressive French men?

The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs

When I started out I was working in Chicago as a night editor at a production/post house. The building the company was situated in was an old 7 story (I think, forget the exact number) place that survived the Chicago mafia’s heyday. The place had exposed brick walls, the A/C was obviously added later as it was just

I grew up in a small town on an Indian reservation. Most houses in this town (old rundown project houses) had creepy histories and stories. Some worse than others. One house stood out in particular.

When my father’s mother was alive I’d never heard her speak. She had a stroke in the late 70's before I was born, shortly after my grandfather died. My dad’s from a small town in Southern Virginia, right near the border of North Carolina. We used to call her Grandma Bea. To this day I’m not sure if she knew if me or

What will I do if I don’t make you horny