I used to run a little roadside produce market and bought stuff every morning from a wholesale market in Louisville. They used to feature a brand of garlic called Dago Boy that had a character on it who very much resembled one of the Mario brothers, though I can’t tell you which one. (He had a mustache.)

It was well used in 70's-80's NJ when I was growing up. It was probably less popular than the one that starts with W and the one that starts with G. My great grandparents were Sicilian, so I'm 1/4 of that. I don't look it through, so heard them all casually used. 

“. . . how to break captors. . .”

So yeah, it’s probably some 86-year-old heiress who thinks New York is the center of the universe but hasn’t even bothered to venture past the Holland Tunnel.

I dated someone in college whose parents legitimately asked for “the dago Red” when ordering wine at a restaurant (they meant Chianti).

I think the current estimate for salmonella infected eggs is 1 in 20,000, so you’re pretty ok with raw yolks (which are the last part to get the salmonella anyway - raw whites are more…

I thought he did at first, too, but he was reverse-engineering who the oldest people alive are and if they could conceivably lived on Manhattan for all of their lives. As he does, he concluded through his decent research with a hypothetical he pulled completely out of his ass.

I thought so too, but in a longwinded way he seemed to be using reductive logic to get the age down before getting back to the main point.

I think Drew misunderstood the Manhattan age question. The question was about the oldest person never to have ever been off the island as if they stayed on the entire island their entire lives. I bet there must be a 60-70 year old person that was born in Manhattan that probably didn’t leave to due a medical condition.…

All of James’ points are terrible. Just like when someone says that high school classes should include how to do laundry or do your taxes, this is shit your parents or guardians should teach you.

i ave never, ever, pusht the backspace button

I kinda want to know which bread he meant.

I couch crashed at an NFL defensive coordinator’s son’s place over winter break in college like a decade ago. We got arrested together, twice. He went on to become a head coach, put his son on staff. It was nothing coaching related, but the son would have been right around the same age as the rookies and is not a guy…

I eagerly await for the NFL to enact priest-like rules and forbidding members of the coaching staff to marry or have children.

Theory out of the greys: Coaches, rather than the GM or other front office staff, hire assistants. Most coaches have kids in the business, and their worst fear is that their kid ends up being a disappointment (which they mostly are, but whatever). Therefore, they: give their own kids a “starter” job, because all they…

Drunk in public is such a bullshit crime.  If the 2 minutes between leaving the bar and getting in my car to drive home is “drunk in public”, sue me.  I can’t sleep at the bar, what are you supposed to do.

Am I the only person who absolutely detests the term “side hustle”?  

It actually looked like he may not have known. Kimmich walks over and the guy is hold his hand up hoping for the jersey, and grabs it over 2 others when it is tossed in his general direction. He also didn’t fight too much when he gave it up.

Anyone who Oxycondones this bullshit is Dilaudid

“hey there Goggle, find a recipe for pie, a-yuh”

As a loooong time Pats fan (Steve Grogan was the QB when I first started rooting for them), I think the disconnect is with the helmet. The helmet sucked balls. But the uni itself, in it’s “I am bleeding out” red glory, is still my favorite sports jersey I own (It’s a Grogan, natch).