I don’t understand, inflatable safety airbag or not, why one would continue to race at all if they’ve already identified their body is “broken beyond repair”.   

That Michelob gold ad was a different kind of awful.

And he’s back.

I think Argo ahead and star this.

“Howard’s future plans are up to him.” Howard. You know, Howie S. Schultz-er. The Schultzman. Big S. El Jefe.

Dude, the subtle headshot really tied the graphic together. 

Army acronym from my time in Alaska; COLD:  clothing should be Clean, avoid Overheating, dress Loose and in Layers, keep clothing Dry.

I-90 across South Dakota deserves a nod in the most boring stretch of road contest.  These Pedro billboards are an absolute delight compared to the Wall Drug variety.

Will the spicy chicken sandwich version get the Flamin’ Hot Cheetos?

You beer snobs and your glass bottles.  I get plenty of appreciation out of my 36 pack of Miller Lite cans from Costco.

Looking at the timestamps, I’m going to assume he tweeted in direct response to my enthusiastic inquiry here.

IT’S A SEVERE WINTER STORM MIRACLE!!!!

ARE WE GETTING A SUPERBOWL JAMBOROO TOMORROW??!!!??!?!?!

Lifehack of the week: Get on board the “As Good As It Gets” train this Friday if you’re not already a regular commuter.

Just a couple weeks ago I made a similar claim except went as far as to say it was definitively his best role. My father tried to argue for One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, but I wasn’t having it.  

I believe he comments around these parts.  Let’s allow him to speak for himself.

Reducing Plan, eh?

Free

this reply I can handle, snark and all. The only (apparently unwarranted) trepidation i had just prior to posting was about how I'd handle someone yelling at me about spoilers. 

If I’m Cody Parkey, I know what I’m doing this Saturday at 1 p.m.