It involves Old Style Light 30 packs, a Ford F-150 and a bunch of drunk teenagers in the bed of the truck with a million candle power spotlight “shining” into the woods looking for the reflection of deer eyes. Pray driver is sober enough not to roll said truck with people in the back! If only we were half as bright as…

Leti who?

Are you going somewhere with this? I’ve lived in Wisco, LA, Chicago, NYC, Mnpls, Vail, and Tokyo. Cities are cities -- they all have some cool stuff and some shit stuff. Get over it, dude.

Yes, Wisconsin can put 90k fans in seats for two different teams, every week. Los Angeles cannot seem to draw for its pro teams. That’s about it -- not a whole lot more than that. 

Keggers in the woods, teenage sex (leading to high school parents), ridge running, deer shining, fishing for crappies, stock car racing at La Crosse speedway (rip Dick Trickle), Tomah tractor pulls, watching the Bucks...actually scratch that last one.

GB would draw 90 no problem. Wisconsin is nutso shitso on the packers and badgers.

I hate to say it but, fuckem’ Bucky!

Jesus dude, how do you know about this shit and tap into it? I’m sitting here reading Gawker (RIP) all day. How do I get involved?

Hmmmm, let’s see...I’ll just put this one right here up on the shelf next to “climbing Mt. Everest.” Perfect.

Models aren’t the only thing being phased out.   Seems NY Times is not using any of their regular Fashion Week photographers. Not sure if it is a budgetary move or a change of direction, but this staff had been doing this gig for years.

Good god, my neighborhood was a parade of women in mom-waisted, washed out fade, cut-off JNCO jeans all weekend.

Huh, I always thought it was pronounced “Johnsonville Brats.”

I am a Packers fan and Wisconsin native. I am going to go preemptive strike and get this over with.

Nothing registers without use in commerce and a proper specimen!

All I have to say is fuck all these assholes in my neighborhood on dual sport bikes with no muffler? Jetted exhaust?! That can be heard from blocks away, and these guys are always revving the shit out of them for no apparent reason. Fuck them in the earhole.

I can only assume you were similarly under the regime of “designated driver”...meaning the least drunk person was the DD. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, small town americana, with nothing better to do.

I’ll give a little counter point-state school educated, big law for over a decade, and now big corp—both me and my boss won’t interview Ivy candidates. Sometimes the chip on your shoulder remains, not everyone wants to hire these grads.

Did that and “ ridge running” or “deer shining” which involved a couple 30 packs of old style, a Ford F-150, a million candle watt lamp and county roads in the sticks. We were horrible.

“And I stillllll believe...”

“Well nowwww...that’s the thing here. You got you’re classic dovetail joint which has its benefits, but you may want to consider going with a mortise and tenon...”