It’s all I can do to make my wife keep up with MY cleaning and organizing. How did we exchange roles?

And the roads are shittier.

And most of them LIKE a young man to choke them...

I interviewed for a job that was immediately offered to me after I flew out and met with them. There were some things that bummed me out; making about 35% less than my previous job, but I was laid off for over a year and getting desperate, and the town sucked that I would move to. I took the job, and got two phone…

Hmph. I have made it close enough using my nonstick pan, scramble with some sour cream and shredded cheddar, and splash of perrier, and the carbonation helped make it a velvety masterpiece. All in a fraction of the time.

Who the F--- cares??? Sometimes all my kid wants to eat is the damn kids menu, or we go to something that doesn’t suit her tastes, and since she is basically kidnapped by us and forced to go out, she wants to eat on that menu. Don’t push it, server-person! I’ll shame you AND eff you over on the tip. And before you get…

Very well written, I enjoyed this, and weep at the wreck Portland has become.

Ahem, this is North Carolina, sir, bigfoot doesn’t live here, only Daryl, or perhaps Cooter...

Did anyone survey the area the kid was in to see if there was any sign of a bear? Pretty open and shut after that. If the kid was stuck in brambles, then there would most likely be some tufts of hair in the vicinity, scat nearby, something. Just fucking look for it, Servheen...

nevermind, you just have to say “30OFF”

nevermind, you just have to say “30OFF”

Code doesn’t seem to work...

Code doesn’t seem to work...

Robotech was my wake up call...

This is all so ironic. My wife complains because I spend too much time and attention keeping my nethers ‘approachable and yuck free,’ says I am too anal about it. Double irony.

I have Buckle (douglas? Can’t remember the cut) that work great too. Have the Levis 569 and 527 as well.

My anxiety comes from the clueless, rude and moronic f**kbags that sit on the f**king equipment swiping through their phones oblivious to those of us trying to actually f**king work out! It’s always a bunch of elderly douches or meathead assholes! I hate the Y...

You obviously never saw the classic Rabid by Cronenberg and the late, great Marilyn Chambers...

you seriously wasted precious seconds of your life to ponder this???

Could have been worse. I think Bittersweet Symphony garnered ALL profits to go to the Rolling Stones manager and the Verve’s songwriters who wrote the lyrics had to take their names off and put Jagger and Richards on instead. 

Honestly, I’d rather take my chances getting sick on cookie dough than romaine lettuce. If I am going to die by food, at least let it be for a good one...not...lettuce.

The Heart Attack Grill in Tempe, AZ and Las Vegas had the girls cooking burgers in thongs...until the obvious happened...