I like your story, but it made me lol that in canada the moral of the history lesson is the US are dicks bc here in the US, the moral is WE ARE HEROES YOU MUST LOVE US! It wasn’t until I was roughly in high school and I developed my own history reading that I learned the truth that we are, in fact, dicks.

His brother is actually the Green Goblin. It all makes sense now!

The way I see it, you’re hurtling through the air at high altitude with at least dozens of other people in a pressurized metal tube partially filled with jet fuel. In a country that not an insignificant number of people would like to see burned to the ground. I’d rather they make things a little inconvenient for us…

yikes my dude i forgot about the right to fly without being hassled as envisioned by are founding fathers’

I was fully expecting a plot twist after sentence 3.

Little trick I picked up over the years. If you’re fighting from the low ground, you’re going to want to duck real low, so your opponent has to adjust their stance and lean over more to make contact. You’re taking them out of their center of balance and at this point, you grab them by the waist of their pants and…

I absolutely agree but while I am stranded here doing phone interviews I have to write something. That’s my job. So I did this. I’m certainly not planning a series on my coldness or my feelings.

Sorry, Patrick, the correct title was “What is Alex Trebek Hilariously Shits On Jeopardy! Contestant And Her Whole Crew For No Reason”.

Not surprising that we would see such calculated bomb dropping from a Macnamara.

bnaned

Ugh. I think I’m out on this one. It makes me sad to read these.

Stone Cold Steve Austin kicked Trump’s ass.

Vince should run for president. Hell why not, Trump shows any rich white guy who yells loudly about how hard things are for white christians can get a serious shoot at the nomination. At least Vince is honest about the bullshit he peddles being made up to sell to the consumer.

You’re not even good a being a criminal! Go sort your shit out, get a job

I had handled too many objects once owned by dead people over the last week to even consider documenting or thinking about it. It probably wasn’t real anyway.

One night I was at one of my all-time favorite bars, The Buccaneer in San Francisco. I met a girl who was expressly my type in the sense that she had red hair. We talked for awhile, and she mentioned she had just started working there recently and her shift was over. So we got some free shots at the bar, went out for…

LOL