Late night at the office all by my lonesome; thanks for the laugh.
Late night at the office all by my lonesome; thanks for the laugh.
Not just most of the world but a rather staggering 85% of the fucking world.
The Score and ESPN have an absolute stranglehold on Chicago's sports radio market. I think about half of The Game's listeners think they're still listening to the Loop and the other half are listening on their Walkmans as they wheel their shopping carts around town.
"Cohaagen? That guy's an asshole!"
I love finding the COTD in the most unexpected places. Thanks for the laugh.
Outside Providence is spectacular.
If you made it all the way through you're made of sterner stuff than I am.
Thanks for the all-too vivid flashbacks of my many pathetic, failed Turkey Shoots of my youth. The horror! The horror!
Thanks for this!
Panda cub caretaker: great job or the greatest job? Little furry hugs and endless wrasslin? Sign me up!
Whatchamacallit over a KitKat? Get fucked.
SlapShot's Gourd Damn is, well, pretty damn good (for a pumpkin beer) though it's pretty much only available locally in Chicagoland.
When you could plausibly see Carrie from Homeland behaving like you are, it's probably time to let the "investigating" go and seek some help.
The old Disney gem The Watcher in the Woods is a Halloween favorite of mine that is also semi-family friendly. It includes creepy paranormal goings-ons, some brief occultism, a few pop outs, and a haunted house. The best part of the movie is the mood; it's got this great, eerie autumn ambiance that makes this…
That drives me crazier than the obligatory "Those aren't boos you're hearing, but rather..." any time John Kuhn/Kevin Youkilis/Muhsin Muhammad/etc. make a play.
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And I'm sure you're all the happier for it! Sincerely though; tone can be such a tricky bastard on the internet.
Every other bar in Madison might have it, but there's been some recent backlash towards New Glarus elsewhere in the state. Basically the owner is a bleeding heart liberal and a fairly significant number of the rural, dive bar-folk don't take too kindly to her and have been pulling Spotted Cow from their taps. I…
Nail, meet head. Same goes for Illinois.