I’ve been a road cyclist for 13 years, so I find Soulcycle amusing at best. Most of the instructors haven’t been on an actual bicycle since they were 7, and the point of the class is pretty much the opposite of what you do on the road; i.e., the class is designed to burn as many calories as possible in a short period…

Manafort can say whatever he wants. I’m pretty sure he’s aware they lost this round, completely. As far as I know, there’s nobody on the right trying to defend it, partially because its so blatant, and partially because Trump has so systematically alienated all the organs of the new and old conservative media, with…

“Cigarettes didn’t kill anyone.”

I used to see him at the gym 3-4x a week (Reebok). I’m guessing he’s probably not your type.

Here’s a fun thought exercise:

We’re pretty clearly heading to the point of “Governor, what did you know and when did you know it?” quite shortly.

I’m really looking forward to hearing Irving ISD’s explanation of the other side. Because there’s nothing more entertaining than watching bigots try to explain why their bigotry is not only entirely reasonable but the right way to go.

He won’t have immunity from getting punched in the face for throwing a cigarette at somebody.

Honestly, I’m surprised this doesn’t happen more often.

Opposite type of story.

While all of the stories here adequately enrage me, it does remind me of something that happened to me 15 years ago, and with your permission, I'd like to replay it, but as Angry Me.

I was once in a pizza place near my apt - UWS Manhattan. It was one of those winter days that didn't crack 20 degs, and I happened to be in to grab a slice.

Not at all enigmatic. Megyn Kelly cares about things that affect her, and whatever Roger Ailes tells her to say.

Really? I just thought they were the scariest blackest eyes I have ever seen. Like the heart of darkness.

His eyes. His eyes. HIS EYES.

I enjoy these way too much.

I generally agree. The only exception might be if the counter comes with a 1 or 2 year contract and minimum comp thresholds, etc. In any other case, walk.

I once dropped off a friend in the Port Authority at 11pm - we had spent the day walking around the city - we were both seniors in high school and lived in Jersey. This was 1988.

Great movie. Pammy Grier as killer hooker.

I had a 1990 Miata in LA in 1997 for my 2nd year of grad school. Went to the DMV in Santa Monica to register the car.