Kevin, that was exactly what I was going to suggest: throw out your “iffy” hot sauce, and just buy some new stuff, it can’t be THAT expensive!

I read the story, stayed for the comments, and....I have to disagree, kids. Wife and I both work M-F, 7 to dark, and I can’t wait for her to walk in the door, or for me to come home and touch her. We’re not rich, live in a small condo, but even if we win the Lotto and buy a huge house, I’ll always be in the same room…

Half of your comment is correct.

Tony Gwynn is still a bit faster than Bartolo Colon, and Tony’s been dead for years.

*you’re”. Twice.

Tenth frame, already rolled two strikes, just needs one more for the 300 game. Leaves one pin teetering wildly, but standing. Oh, heck, it’s close enough, let’s just give it to him and call it a 300 game.

I like both, but the rules say choose one. I choose BACON.

I fry up the cut-up hot dogs (and/or Spam) first, then add to the mac n’ cheese. And, yes, if I have lots of add-ins, I’ll tear up a slice of cheese into the pot.

Indeed, that’s what I do too. I also use a large cup, and mix the faux-cheese powder, milk, and my seasonings, then pour that into the pot of buttered noodles.

Stop eating flour? No problem! Give me bacon and eggs for breakfast, and steak, veggies and a potato for dinner, with dark chocolate for dessert. Problem solved!

Obligatory ‘balls to the face’ clip:

My first thought was, eating the last third of your burrito is gonna be a bitch.

No, “kill yourself” is too harsh, but I do wish ‘protester’ would keep his ignorant and incorrect opinions restricted to his mom’s basement.

Since when did Draymond Green move to first base?

Two things:

Both comments, 100%. Go ahead and stomp of a foot, HARD. Make your heel go THROUGH his foot, into the ground. Then, quickly and incredibly firmly kick him in the balls, as hard as you can. Try to incur permanent damage. Literally turn him in to a uniballer. Then KICK HIM AGAIN, same spot. Like others here have touched…

I used to manage a pet store in an upscale mall. We sold young boas, pythons, and orange-kneed tarantulas (from Central America), along with puppies and kittens and stuff. I’d regularly walk around the store with a snake wrapped around my neck, or a tarantula perched on my shoulder.

Nice ‘dodge’? Greg Maddux catches that, every time.

As a San Diego resident, so by default also a Padre fan, may I suggest that, with the exception of a choice few years, the Padres have been “shitty” for almost their entire history. Happily, with the growth of some wonderful farm talent, and the addition of Machado and Hosmer, this team is both entertaining and…

I agree. It takes a great throw to get him, and for the catcher to not drop the ball. I’m all for being aggressive and forcing the defense to make the play.