That’s what I’m talking about!

Take the gig, be super professional and treat the technical folks and the tour manager respectfully, and you get on The List. Somebody needs a drummer they’re gonna ask around and maybe your name comes up. Nobody who matters judges a working musician for playing for a paycheck.

This runs deep..doesn’t it

When you do things for love — and for love alone — you get your reward.

Dude, my kids are the only part of my life that is legitimately joyful.

It sounds like you don’t have enough love in your life, my friend.

Belay that thot!

What’s with all the color and high fidelity graphics?

You rly gotta get out more dude.

Here’s something I just saw on Hansen’s twitter feed.

I had one of these, and it was fun. Not fun in a fun sports car kinda way, more fun in a “I drive a Yugo ironically” kinda way.

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Jay Peterman, world famous seller of clothes and the best the Jets could scrape together to play QB. They were also going to make history by bringing in Elaine Benes to play wide receiver but she refused to take off an Orioles hat to put on the helmet so they had to cut her.

At least until Washington finds a way to pay Kirk Cousins $200 million over 3 years, and a month later Bruce Allen realizes that, somehow, $325 million of it is guaranteed.

Better idea:

Billy Jo Robidoux, who wasn’t born on the bayou but rather in a dump of a town outside Worcester, MA, because he must’ve made it to the bigs solely as a favor to the public address announcer:

Hi, welcome to Deadspin dot com. We are a sports website.

After a verbal survey, it seems many call it soccer baseball here which has made me angrier

They’d better hope his son isn’t John.