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Mine actually requires a motorcycle license! It’s a good time.

“It’s supposed to be very inclusive,” Halweg says. “I don’t care what kind of bike you show up on. I don’t care if you show up once a year. Like, whatever.”

I do, but I live near the Orange Line. Way easier for me!

Yeah, just go to Mitchell if you can. It’s a decent little airport. Quiet, clean, easy to get around.

That’s why I fly out of Midway. So easy, except for the mile-long, freezing cold walk from the Orange station to the terminal.

(an occupational hazard when you’re a woman writer, a life hazard when you’re kind of a bitch)

This is so oddly disturbing.

You don’t care that the door cards don’t match?

I’m just tired of all this weird combination of self-pity and self-congratulations.

I’m just here for the Alex Mack reference.

...people will either need to scootch their chairs and couches up, or have the console placed in the middle of the floor.

I mean, it’s up to Donna Brazile to not share the info. If she decided to do it, it was NOT at the behest of the Clinton Campaign.

There’s still tons of Sanders signs up in my neighborhood in Chicago. (I love it.)

Thank you.

Because it’s Illinois.

This is cute but all I need to know is, if my basement’s flooded, the power went out.

I like when you guys talk about shit other than cars.

I saw a banner ad for this show in which I mistook this Lauren (who I’m not familiar with at all) for Lauren Conrad, and got ridiculously excited even though I don’t normally pay attention to Lauren Conrad enough to know whether or not she’s involved with a guy named Ben.

I’d agree with you, but sadly, my emails aren’t worth it.

...someone who doesn’t know how to drive.