Ha, mine was the soundtrack from “Rad” the movie. It’s actually a pretty decent record.

“You can even log in from a PC!”

Started reading this as “8675 309eeeeeeeine.” Was confused. Then realized I am an idiot.

Netty pot changed my life. Use it every day whether or not I have sinus symptoms. Seriously, life changing.

Fucking Bobby...

There is a move at JFK where you wait through 3/4 of the line, then they pull you out “expedite you” by allowing you to go and start the process over by standing in the queue for TSA Pre^® .

Sorry, the useless ID checker must be completely stoic, say not a word, and only communicate in suspicious looking glances.

Nah, yelling at people while using a condescending/sarcastic tone is much more effective. “People, you know the drill, nothing over 3oz, how many times do we have to tell you, it’s been the same rules for the last 12 years...”

Jesus Pop, brush your goddamn teeth.

See also: Q-Tip, Electric Relaxation.

This is akin to a broker fee on a real estate transaction. Its built into the purchase price or deal terms in some way or another.

Christ, Sam Okey was supposed to be the second coming of Rashard Griffith. Mission accomplished?!?

Shit dude. My brain went to football. I meant Booker Coleman!

Booker Stanley

I remember Rashard and Brent Moss rolling around the UW in brand new Ford Explorers (it was the mid 90s) with thundering sound systems. I’m sure the trucks were obtained in a completely above board manner.

I can top that - 5'9" 200, 7 1/2 with the liner cut out or 7 5/8 with the extra cushion in the liner. Depends on the hat-New Era has some variance from One hat to another.

Sounds like they need a bit more of the “hey my friend, where you go? To airport? I take you, no problem, no problem” to even out the poor taxi/pouting Uber situation in Austin.

Dude, no way his head was 7 3/8. Maybe 7 7/8.

There’s like a 3 week window in each of spring and fall to ride - after that, better stock up on the Tinactin Sprayon Jock Itch Powder. Oohhhhh yeaaahhhh feel that burrrrrnnnnnnnnn.

Throw in some swimming snakes and you have pretty much nailed every phobia in my repertoire.