So...wait... the presidential candidate is now the attack dog and the veep is the...?

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Later, in another part of the woods...

There’s a guy who lives a yard over from us who cooks fish on the grill outside almost everyday and every time he leaves it on far too long. Should I say something or continue to let him eat fucked-up fish?

Coming home from school to watch Burt Hooton complete a no-hitter. I’m sure there were other things but that’s the one that stuck out. Maybe because of the little low-five-fist-pump thing he did after striking out Greg Luzinski.

Shit floats.

That’s a non-free speech system right there.

Only because your avatar is dead.

“Hey, mom, what’s for dinner?...”

Was waiting to see if someone would go there...

Greta Van Shushteren

McKenna: JFK assassination

Did I hit a nerve? :)

I used to work at a newspaper and worked the later shift. They’d shuttle all the BS calls to me and I had to answer them because, who knows, a story. But mostly it would be an old person who pretended to have a story about poor garbage collection or something and then it would morph into the story of their lives... I…

I used to be bad at small talk. But then I realized if you play it right, it’s usually a lot of “Um-hmm,” or “Yup!” or “Yeah, but whaddya gonna do?” shit and that’s it. The thing is, the stranger who initiates the small talk is generally the one who wants to do the most talking anyway. So I ask a question that gets…

That looks nothing like a Richard Sherman jersey...

“Wait..too short just to be a quarterback, right?”

“Is ok, man. Go for it.”