Only Hampton Beach

Imagine going through all this trouble to play for Tottenham.

I’ll be pretty shocked if Lay’s upsets MasterCard.

How I feel about today’s stories:

After 3 episodes and not a single laugh, I bailed. I love the original movie, but the magic just isn’t there for the show.

A fellow barista and I once had a lengthy discussion about how we would never order the drinks that we made for ourselves. They weren’t particularly hard to make, but we agreed that if a drink couldn’t be explained easily, it was rude to order it.

I’m hoping their rationale in doing so was A) that once he actually had to write it all out he’d realize how fucked the request was and act human, or B) minimal interaction with Hacker Douche (which obviously didn’t work). Either way, huge mistake.

@Clevo: Oh, I’ve tried! But no, it’s not possible. I don’t know what the magic is, but the Romanburger is one of those things that just can’t be had other than from the source.

It’s tough. I like watching the game, but all the off the field stuff just sours the experience. The military grand standing, the half assed “We care about women’s health” pink shit, the fucking FOX football robot, Goodell, the insufferable talking heads. So mid game, I’m already sick of whatever narrative they are…

Throw in pieroghis, my favorite local pizza joint, cabbage rolls, paprikas, mom’s cooking, and yeah I gain fifteen pounds any time I’m home longer than a weekend.

Last season on my drive to work I’d have the pleasure of staring at Brian Hoyer on a billboard for a third rate sandwich joint in the Cleveland area.

I’m a Browns fan. My favorite part of my fellow Cleveland sports fans is how they can constantly bitch and moan about how the Dolans don’t spend money on an Indians team that draws 10k/night even when they’re in a playoff hunt, yet when you bring up the perennial global laughing stock of a football team owned by an…

I don’t DJ, so I’m not interested in direct drive turntables or bullet-proofness (records can’t take a bullet anyway). Belt has less rumble and is better for listening. I have a crappy Audio-Technica at the moment, certainly not the best at anything, but I’ve been wanting one of these for a while:

I have literally no idea who these people are or why they keep smelling their fingers or why this woman abuses eyebrow pencil so badly.

you get what you pay for. their meat/vegetables/desserts are excellent. you don’t go there for triscuits.

Counterpoint:

This is why you’re an idiot. So, normal people who don’t care for a particular sport usually don’t click on links and read articles about that sport, and then troll the comments section to say “blah blah blah your sport is boring like watching snails race ZING!!!!” because it just seems so fucking pathetic. But…

There wasn’t a ton of Back at Bragg in my unit. A lot of the older Sgt. and higher-ups tried their hardest to stay. They got creative and found ways to homestead before the army came up with the term. My platoon sgt. had been at my base for ~ 10 years out of 12 years in.

Sandals are for year-round and all but the fanciest events if you live near the ass-end of the sun, such as Florida, Arizon, SoCal, etc.