Floor to ceiling exterior windows. I live in constant fear of everything from vandals, thieves, beachball sized hail, and just about anything else you can think of.

Floor to ceiling exterior windows. I live in constant fear of everything from vandals, thieves, beachball sized hail, and just about anything else you can think of.

For you Buffalonians out there

In my younger days (college) I could easily polish off a whole pound of pasta, large jar of sauce and whole loaf of garlic bread in one sitting and then go out drinkin’. Occasionally, I’d mix it up and do a bag of 50 ravioli instead. Those where the days....

It’s OK. As a Bills fan, fuck me. As a dude who is basically lazy, good for him in getting a degree in him.

Crush the garlic cloves with a big knife on cutting board. The peels pop right off and crushed garlic is pretty easy to mince.

I find it amusing when clearly angry, raging people think that they’re being totally reasonable. You brought up Auschwitz. How about a cookie, a deep breath and a nap?

Dogfish Head Brewery in Milton? Idk. Went there a couple of weeks ago and was infuriated by the pretentiousness of the bartenders. They hand out tasters like sommeliers handing out the finest French wines. Just gimme my tasters and go away please. I’m not old, except for when I am. NM- Go to a different state.

Jesus H Crackers people. Repeat after me: The correct number of squares is number it takes to dry your giant, stupid ass. You should be using a bidet. Yes, even you macho, manly oh-so-impressive-types. As am impressed as I am with you American (me too) bad asses (women included), you all have dirty asses. That is not…

dear god please no.

I came here esteentially make the same comment. Anything is possible with us. We could beat the Pats by 40 points and lose the following week to the Browns. This is our reality.

So he admits that “some” party interfered with the election. My brain hurts.

Your President of the United States of America ladies and gentlemen.

I’m speechless. I’m even getting sympathy texts from Cowboy fans. And fuck Sherman. Holy hell, fuck Sherman.

Oh please. At Tha Rrrralf, we have better fights than this in the parking lot at the SATURDAY tailgates...

Oh please. Fans that aren’t busy slamming each other into plastic tables and eating each others’ farts in the parking lot have been saying this for 2* years now. Ryan is a third rate coach with a first rate mouth. Never was anything else. At least the twin who clearly ate the triplet when no one was looking has a…