Stayed there on business 23 years ago, was only roaches back then . . .

Preach, baby. Had some holed up in my cordless mouse, the little shits!

In another life as in intern at the Massachusetts Port Authority in the early 90s, I once shared an elevator one-on-one with then-Senator John Kerry. Being young and stupid, I avoided eye contact. But if I had a do-over, I’d have said “Hey, you’re John Kerry . . . . I have all your albums!”

As an American in Montreal, I found that one of the most cringe-worthy things he can say is (specifically, from last year’s speech in Poland):

Ahah, the ol’ Axl Rose/ Michael Stipe/ Andre Agassi ploy!

Feck approves.

“Yikes” is correct. Heading and first line of that entry:

I feel you. Saw “Burpee Controversy” and “World Record” in the headline, slowly scrolled the photo expecting to see her holding a giant pumpkin or something.

Sunny skies in MTL!

This was how Kansas scored Danny Manning if I remember correctly.

“ . . . a choice that seems consensual turns out to be the only viable option or the least bad choice.”

+1 Mr. Whipple

Gotta feel bad for ol’ STFU.

Splitters!

“Fuck This Guy” would make a good name for the tweets sub-section!

Watch it, you’re hurting Burneko’s self of steam.

He’s proud of his gun, and he pooed in space:

That guy here. Heads are disembodied. Bodies are decapitated.

‘67-’68 season, Celts vs. Sixers at the Gaahhden. Dad scored some seats behind the visitors’ bench, and all that six year-old me remembered was the game being stopped and all these cameras flashing in front of us at the bench, like maybe Wilt hit some career-high total or something.

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