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ItsFletchBro
itsfletchbro

Organized hockey in MN is for the rich. If your kids want to be competitive in hockey, you better have money to keep them in the best gear every year, and god help you if your kid has the skills as a goalie. That’s why everybody shits on the cake-eating Edina kids, or the Minnetonka kids. I have a lot of friends from

If you go to Minnesota and bring up the Mighty Ducks, damn near everybody has a cousin/uncle/friend who was an extra in one scene or another.

That’s okay, eventually all species except humans will be gone, and we’re doing a pretty good job killing ourselves off too. Just sit back and enjoy the sweet release!

I hate the old “Text & Call” combo. You get a “Hey what are you up to tonight/can you help me out with something” text and then because I took more than 30 seconds to respond, I immediately get a phone call from the person asking the same question. Calm down, I’m trying to gather my thoughts and come up with a reason

Nobody in any profession EVER deserves guaranteed money. This will backfire. Sincerely, die-hard Vikings fan.

Did he have to wear a cone to stop from messing with the stitches?

My wife watches this regularly and I always think the same thing. I got the opportunity to meet 2 former cast members, who are actually very intelligent and successful years after their appearances on the Challenge. However, from what I know of the two people that I met, they were low-key cast members, who weren’t

Oh yeah baby, time for Little Caesar’s to shine! They are the natural successor to occupy the explosive-diarrhea inducing pizza sponsorship that the NFL needs.

I have always used a top-sheet. The primary reason is that I run hot at night, and if I didn’t have the option to kick off the comforter, but still be covered (because, ya know, stuff can’t grab you from your bed at night if you’re covered), I would sweat to death. My wife runs cold so she generally ends up with some

No civilization lasts forever (at least not in the form in which it was started), but I think we’re just accelerating the downfall. Trump won’t do a fucking thing to prevent this stuff, because the people that pull his strings are too wealthy off the merchants of death who own them. It’s all over folks!

Fun fact: they do have a garbage disposal type toilet! It’s called a macerator because it literally chews up your shit and TP. My friends built a bathroom in their basement where there wasn’t really any piping for one, and they had to install a macerator so that the flushed stuff could be forced upwards into the

I’m probably just a jaded dickhead but “Emotional support (anything)“ seems like a load of shit. I feel like you either have: A) a trained service animal or B) a pet, and pets are not allowed everywhere, tough shit. My step-mom had a trained therapy dog for 15 years (RIP Beau!) and it’s kind of insulting knowing the

Fuck, this article (and entire situation) makes me legitimately sad. The idea that a poor person (who maybe has to provide for kids or maybe just struggles taking care of themselves, doesn’t matter!) maybe has ONE joy every so often, and that is picking their own food at the store because it’s what they like, and it

NBC would let him talk for 10 seconds then throw in 5 minutes of commercials.

It was also the first wrestling game with blood! Man what a banger of a game.

Oh my god I fucking LOVED WCW vs NWO. I put more hours into that game as a kid than I think I ever put into any other game. Grabbing a chair from under the ring to smash people. And there was blood!! Also, my dad and I played Conker’s Bad Fur Day together. My mom was not pleased.

Heartbreaker is worse for me. I’m a Vikings fan and experienced a sports-euphoria unlike anything I’ve ever felt as a fan when we beat the Saints with no time left. Contrast that with Blair Walsh’s shanked field goal, or Gary Anderson’s missed FG in ‘98. Yesterday, I turned that shit-pile of a game off after the 3rd

Applebee’s is a disaster of a restaurant, but when I was newly 21 and poor, their unlimited appetizers and $3 beers from 9pm-midnight were a godsend for getting me and my friends drunk and full on shitty food with a very limited budget. Still though...total shit-pile restaurant.

I can relate to letter 3, I used to be a doormat, or “too nice to say no to anyone” type person. I rarely said no to people, and often wasn’t honest about why I didn’t want to attend functions or be around certain people. Something just clicked as I got older and now I’m at the point where I don’t feel the need to

M83 fucking shreds. And so does this video. Skol Vikings.