Everyone is a New Yorker on 9/11, but the remaining 364 days?  “Fuck’em.” 

Go to your local Y instead of the flashy club.  I honestly can say I like the vibe at the mid-town east Y so much better than Equinox, NY Sports Club, and Reebok.  I am 44, I am not looking to do jumpy-jack cross fit pullups!

aka, the “Brienne of Tarth” move. 

Also why some people opt to “stay back” when there really is severe weather.  “Ahhh, fuck it, just another bullshit code red. Let’s not evacuate.”

I can’t believe i am hitting mid-40's and we are being governed by people that are in their mid-70's, 80's, 90's???. This guy was probably dropping N-bombs and god knows what asian slurs for at least 3/4 of his life. FFS, the partners at my firm had mandatory retirement at 65, no exceptions.

Good god, hit them with the bop gun. 

Imagine what their feet and ankles feel like every morning when they first roll out of bed.  It’s gotta be excruciating pain. 

All I hear is “sooooo ah-myae-zing”

Yup, Republicans would not waste a nano-second debating whether or not to impeach.  

Am I the only one getting a Sylvester Stallone “ehhhhh” vibe from that sign?

Sure seems like those corporate tax cuts would have been a good time to leverage hourly wage concessions from these corporations...but our greatest deal maker just preferred a straight give-away. 

This, and Monte’s were the 1 and 2 choice respectively of dirtballs and badasses growing up in rural Wisco. Also, every other farm seemed to have a vette or trans am pace car in the driveway, next to a World War II era looking Allis Chalmers.

This is some Rafael Palm-eiro Steakhouse prime dry-aged beef right here.

Nancy is setting precedent for the next Trump -- THAT point seems to be getting lost in this mix.

One of my Dad’s better recent bits of wisdom was McCain going this route with you know who on his way out.  

Kind of sobering to think that while reading this article a missile could fly into my apartment and decapitate me, while leaving my living room and this bag of doritios otherwise intact.

I have told my gf many times that if any person maliciously hurt my dog that she should be prepared for a full John Wick situation for the perpetrator.

I immediately thought of “Elf.”

I grew up in my early years on a farm — there’s pretty much a story like this in every rural farm town. It usually involves catching clothing or jewelry in the power take off on a tractor, which will “spin” an arm or hand off in a second. What’s crazy is that back then I was riding on tractors and machinery age 4 and…

This seems more like a Funbag question, but -- do sprinters/runners talk shit on the track?  Like “hey man, hear me coming, I’m going to chase you down motherfucker.”