Poor McMinnville. They have enough problems without Possum Petter Patty threatening folks trying to shop. 

Definite pro-click.

I think my parents are secretly black people in disguise. We always had a packet drawer, and if a chicken landed on a serving tray in the middle of the table with no Lawry’s in sight, shit would get TENSE.

And they share an inexplicable interest in Tim Tebow.

I fucked up the other day and rear-ended an SUV. I was following too closely, and when she got brake-checked by the person in front of her, I didn’t have enough time to stop safely.

Oh, holy shit yes.

When I started referring to my friend’s boring ex as, “An NPC in his own life,” I didn’t realize it had a dogwhistle-y meaning.

Because Maggie Gyllenhaal is super good in The Deuce?

All that said...better late than never?

Fuck yeah, Barry.

For anyone who lives in Beaverton, this is old news.

Agree. The only bad experience I had on my first international flight was an Air France boarding worker who insisted my carry-on was too big to fit under the seat. The same bag that had fit under every seat between the US, Netherlands, and puddle-jumpers in Ukraine wouldn’t fit under a full size Air France jet seat?…

I know the parents of a late WSU graduate, someone well regarded enough at the school that she now has a scholarship named after her. They still support the football team, to the point of driving 5+ hours in the winter to watch the Cougs play.

He made a point of keeping his origins quiet early in his career in order to try and succeed without having to bank on/explain his family name all the time.

The proper answer to, “Did you intend to put Nazi shit in your game?” should be turning to the person next to you and asking, “Are we the baddies?”

We used to meet my aunt and uncle in Spokane during the summer, which often involved going for a walk down the Waterfront.

I have short legs and keep the seat scrunched up close to the wheel, so yeah, that extra inch or two of clearance would make getting out of the car easier. But only slightly.

Remember when they used to sell this content as a VHS boxed set of NFL’S HARDEST HIIIIITS or some shit?

You can get rid of one bad apple if you remove it before it infests the rest of the bunch. If you leave it too long, though, shit’s gonna rot all the way through.

There’s also Bastet, or Bastard Tetris. It feeds you the statistically worst possible piece every time.