Ever give the "Ginger People Gin Gins Super Strength Caramel Candy" (cheap in bulk on Amazon, with a long shelf life) a try? My gut used to be in rough condition and still has its moments, plus I love ginger, and find these to be effective on the soothing side. The super strength varieties are, apparently, 1/3rd…

That was the first kind that I drank (Michigan, early 90s) and I can never figure out if it was the most intense that I've had on the ginger scale or if I just needed time to develop my tolerance. Kind of like atomic fireballs.

He's basically the Gary Oldman of television. Neil Flynn, that is. Zach Braff is more like the… almost contemporary Jamie Farr? I dunno.

Is it because their crystal ball ain't so crystal clear?

I find the "a little bit buzzed" part a bit contentious, though. A little bit? Fuck that. I'm going to walk out like I was scuba diving.

How did you see my tattoo?

I'll send you out with a KISS KISS and a BANG BANG.

Hey now. If you do that I'll be standing behind you playing the Sharon Van Etten cover of Nick Cave's 'People Ain't No Good'.

There was actually a study a few years ago that claimed that listening to loud angry music basically vents one's spleen by giving it something to bounce off of — makes sense to me; when I was working this twelve-hour shift I'd play Black Flag or The Clash loud in the car and it was just the thing.

When I'm driving into Michigan I don't put on any Rammstein but do take the opportunity to go "DU… DU HAST… DU HAST MICHIGAN!"

Nope — her hand would be on your wrist, occasionally and unpredictably (but accidentally? wait and see!) jabbing you with her fingernails.

You know I'm searching food for you / I've got peanut butter on my finger / Do you have to / Do you have to / Do you have to let it linger?

Back when I was serious about chess I found that the way to learn a bit (and be humbled) was to go to Yahoo Chess,enter one of the "better than me" areas, and see who'd play whatever set offense or defense pattern I was learning about. Free and quick.

Like a bit of urine after tapping the main vein, time trickles past whether you like it or not.

Don't tell plexiglass.

I once read an adult novel called 'Moist Elementary School Clowns' that was… inappropriate.

Dennis Leary[annotation 1] is gonna be pissed[annotation 2] that you stole his Peter Frampton[annotation 3] joke[annotation 4].

I don't know if you guys are pretending or just aren't nerdy enough, but the OED no longer publishes unedited hard copies. Online only, ese.

I'd totally pay an extra dollar a month for whatever 'Big Lewboski' decorative theme would pass and, more importantly, a button that tells them "Shut the fuck up, Donny!"

'Twas deus ex oratio, the old-fashioned way.