I got real into it, but yeah, it really got to taking the fun out of it. But one way a group of us used to get the ODDEST damned look when out and about… Order ya a bottle of Miller Lite with a little Grand Marnier to keep it company.

Snifter Full of Wine would make an awesome jazz trio name.

All proof alcohol snobs can be just the wost.

Well if we're gonna go that way, with the bowling or fluting some of them have, would they be more low-rent snifters then?

So long as it didn't turn into who when he wasn't looking, he should be OK.

GO TEAM BORING!

I think you're reading off Dikachu's cue cards a again.

Stopped reading at "under 30". Even the great and powerful know a lost cause when they see one.

At least you'd get to ride on Air Force One…

Hey, he never said anything what so ever about PERSONAL fiscal restraint. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to fly to Hawaii to pick up my morning coffee.

If it was proper snoo-snoo, there was no call to leave poor iffy spongy and bruised like that…

I had one beer with dinner, and one double scotch and was out by 10. I guess you could say I got drunk, but decidedly not laid.

Don't worry, creeper should be along aaaaaaany moment now…

Based on some of the over-reactions around here , that's the same as getting laid.

Hey! Those are loaded dice, this game is rigged!

{insert obligatory two things here}

OH GOD, THE YELLING!!!

When Pete Carroll's checks were still clearing?

I know I'm "supposed" to be rooting for Clemson, but… I just can't do it. I mean, it's not like your asking me to cheer on Miami or those filthy swamp creatures from the middle of the state, but it's still rough.

So a normal shift at the Peacock for him then?