I didn't remember that was how that series ended... it's like the final episode of Matlock when he gets sucked into the sharknado...

Bah, when I think sports apparel and Russia, all I got is Adidas wearing Gopniks. That Tripoloski song is catchy as hell though.

So what ever happened to that Social Justice Warrior wrestler? He'd make a great Virgil to Bryan's (anti-) million dollar man.

My SO isn’t too keen on spicy food, so I usually whip myself up something horribly spicy. Like shrimp (she doesn’t like shrimp either) with a spicy peanut butter sauce. Peanut butter mixed with soy sauce, mirin, hoisin and whatever hot sauce I’ve got. I sautee veggies and shrimp and add the sauce at the end.…

They can come play up here in Montreal. We’ve got a big useless toilet of an Olympic stadium that could be rented out for a song, and even if the black hole subhumans show up and trash the place (unlikely, would you issue a passport to them?), nobody will be able to tell the difference.

If I were playing DDG, I'd totally pick the 3rd pair D-man who's skating like he's lugging a piano. Hal Gill!

*note to self* Next year, only start drinking at kickoff time, and not 8 hours prior.

It's more fun for people who aren't into football to have prop bets on stuff that have nothing to do with football. The coin toss, who's team's cheerleaders they'll show first, etc.

R.I.P. madame Duceppe...

Hi Doron,

It’s a code most bar staff understand as “I need help”. You can also ask for “Angela".

Makes me nostalgic about the old days when I loved going to sleazy ass places like this, which Montreal had in spades. Dirty record stores that sold bootleg cassettes, filthy peep shows, and murky head shops that sold heavy metal t-shirts you had to wash 3 times to get the smell out. All of those places had greasy…

Lounge-a-palooza?

There's also the "angel shot" strategy, which most bartenders are aware of. Sort of a subtle signal to the staff that you feel unsafe and need help to get outta there.

Excellent point!!

If newspapers and obituaries are still a thing when I’m close to kicking the bucket, I’m gonna have one written that isn’t full of shit, like 90% of the obits we see today - not that I’ve seen any lately, it’s been over a year since the last time I held an actual newspaper.

*puts on tin foil hat*

Other tips:

I seriously doubt that the rich white ladies from the Hamptons with the can I speak to the manager haircuts and lawyer husbands are gonna do 15 days in the clink for releasing balloons in honor of whatever flavor of the month charity they are into at the moment.

My personal challenge would be pastry/desserts. I’m one of those cooks who improvises, only glances through recipes for inspiration and wings it. Can’t do that with pastry.