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I clicked through to the L.A. Times article, and here’s what Mattingly thought

yes we did.



and don’t call me Shirley.

Ronda was all out of bubblegum

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Wherever you go when you die, I want to think that Rowdy Roddy Piper walked in like this:

some time in the mid-90s I fell out of my bunk bed and hit my head. My parents took me to the ER, and the doctors asked me various questions to determine my mental status. One of them was “Who’s in charge at the White House?” I deadpanned “Hillary” and had the whole ER laughing. I was seven or eight.

Fuck you.

At least as a White Sox fan I don’t have to change my DAMMIT VENTURA yelling when watching the US in this tournament.

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Cut to our food being delivered 10 minutes later...every single item is totally correct, true to what we ordered. To this day, we have no idea how.

this can’t be a real opinion?

Steakback Outhouse

AMEN. At first I was relieved to serve at Steakback Outhouse, which had no lunch service back then, but imagine my horror when they decided to open Sunday lunch several months after opening my location. Oh, the hatred.

Apology pizzas should definitely be a thing. There’s a website where you can order a glitter bomb sent to people who’ve wronged you, why not a website where you can order a pizza sent to someone you’ve wronged?

holy shit

To me, you haven’t batted around until you’ve fucked up my scorecard. Ten.