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Not my point at all. Didn’t say unlikely, I said unexpected. Just expressing my surprise upon seeing a relatively positive R Kelly story. 

Not to give this the Zapruder treatment, but that purplish mass in the eyeblack position in the last photo looks like a big fat blood blister. Look at the photo right before it, and zoom in a bit:

Um, I don’t think that’s eye-black.

and the bizarre bodega order of a single Coke product

In the universe of all possible R Kelly headlines, this may be the most unexpected.

I wear the North Face Hedgehog as my everyday shoe, and have been for years. I used to coach youth football, and the Gore-tex shoe was great for keeping my feet dry in the rain and mud. However, with the last models (the Hedgehog III, and the Fastpack), they removed the shank that used to run under the arch, and they

I wear the North Face Hedgehog as my everyday shoe, and have been for years. I used to coach youth football, and the

I didn’t know The Camp of the Saints was out in audiobook.

A valid appeal to authority.  I approve.

It’s good that they weren’t robbed with some home-cooking for the hosts, but, God, the inability to feel actual human emotions is so disappointing.

All those bats around and no one picked one up?  Amateurs.

Woody’s Bar and Grill, a converted WWII Quonset hut in Mineral Wells TX, maybe 15 years ago or so, had a fucking crevasse in the floor and wall right next to the single men’s urinal. Went in one night and a guy is lying on the floor puking into it. But I had to go, so with some careful footwork and precise aim... missi

In the sack household, this is how we and the little sacks improve the flavor profile.

He keeps going for that unshaven world-weary look that he thinks will give him intellectual street cred.  Unfortunately, it only makes him look like a lunatic living under a bridge.

You just know that DJT blames his farts on others too:

In the seething self-copulating dog-pile of monetized conspiracy theories that is Alex Jones’ life, the only enemies missing from it seem to be the Scientologists and the Knights Templar. The slavering rabid litigiousness of the first and seriously old-school weird nature of the second might be the reasons for their

Republican plans are getting more surreal:

You forgot Frumunda

Have friends in the State Dept that came home from Europe one year with a big-ass wedge of Old Amsterdam. I’ve never had it, so he cuts off this little tiny sliver and I put it in my mouth and its FUCKING AWESOME. So I’m sitting there contentedly shaving off more pieces and eating them, and so on, and drinking wine

Seriously, Cracker Barrel’s breakfast is on point (Biscuits and Gravy...) I just wish I didn’t need to walk through the gift shop full of cheesy Americana (Best of the Oak Ridge Boys, Vol 4!, etc...) to get in there. I have to say though, on a break from one long road-trip up and down I-95, I spent a couple hours

no respectable Russian operative looking to trade dirt on Joe Biden with Trump Jr. is staying there