Big Macs might be garbage at McD’s, but make them from scratch at home and they are the best.  Just get a bottle of Thousand Island and burger Nirvana can be yours.

This Unexpurgated King James Edition of Penthouse Letters drama going on down at Liberty U has gone from shocking, to hilarious, to tawdry, to sad, to creepy in record time. I wonder what ELSE could possibly happen next? I mean, I’m going to need a larger bowl and a much bigger spoon to enjoy the heaping helpings of sc…

Go to your local Spanish or Asian supermarket, they generally have the cuts of beef a generic american/canadian grocery store won’t.

Gah! You want spicy chicken, go to Popeyes and get their spicy chicken strips.

Sorry, but my first impression was “Awesome, Dominos gives you all the dipping sauce you want with your dog turds” Those things are terrible. On the other hand, this little place in town does wings the right way with a deep fry and sauce toss, and the only thing you get to dip with them is bleu cheese, the way God…

He could have been this generation’s Sidney Poitier. He was amazing. He will be missed oh so much. No words.

Making the New Testament Great Again

I would definitely buy any ice cream bold enough to be labeled as “Flavored with REAL Beaver Anus Secretions”

It’s not a pickup truck if I can’t throw my beer can in the back.

Just Naperville keepin it real

And both are hard jobs that don’t provide much in the way of financial security. Parents who set the bar low on their children’s education and achievement are doing their kids a disservice.

I’m tempted to reply “When your parents are farmers and truck drivers.... “ but that’s unfair to say.  Unless you add “who are morons”

“Say, start to sneeze in your butt”

Intrigued by all the kooky names popping up, I dove down the rabbit hole that is the history of the Independence Bowl, and I find (in chronological order) the following:

My personal favorite, from back when all this naming-rights foolishness started, was the Poulan Weed-Eater Independence Bowl

Bring it.

The dulcet tones of Jon Miller were my intro to Orioles baseball, and I shed a tear when he was given the boot by Peter Angelos and went to SF, where he continues to be awesome. He’d be wonderful in the Joe Buck seat.

Who said anything about cooking?

Heard them before, have ya? If I have to hear Doc Walker talk about “Big Nasty” being on the loose, you know, right before he gets called for holding, I’m going to lose my mind. Or the praise for a pass-rush that was almost there. Or Cooley calling out that a receiver went the wrong way and everyone ignores him,…

but when the potato salad tastes as bland as Rolling Stone’s, are we really surprised?