I have to disagree. I believe The Police are good.

Hey! The Police are actually good! I don’t care for Sting’s solo stuff, but c’mon! The Police are good.

Do get some salt and/or cat litter or whatever stuff helps snow and ice melt more quickly, and use them, before the snow arrives. Spreading this stuff on your walk/driveway/parking spot is a lot easier and less time-consuming than shoveling. It’s a good investment!

the Foxboro outpost of the Waxy O’Connor’s Irish Pub chain

Christ, people. Use your libraries; you’re already paying for them.

Hey all, just weighing in as the guy who sent in that song for Drew’s consideration, and I think the opinions here are pretty valid either way. I will add only that I opened my email with “Here’s some post-relevance Maiden.”

Somewhere in Time was the last Iron Maiden album I bought, and I have no idea to this day if it was because I outgrew Iron Maiden or they started sucking.

True. I just like it old school.

Any Iron Maiden that came out after Live After Death is hot garbage compared that which came before.

I think the most unbelievable part of the patrolman’s story is that he didn’t repeatedly shoot Chandler Jones.

$30 for a sixer of Bud Light, but only $90 for a fifth of Jameson?

Counterpoint: This is the exact context for which to use the term “trim”.

Worst part of this is that her grandmother was proven right.

Nothing worse than seeing a former teammate, leader, and inspiration leaving a trail of tears as he walks out the door, one Blackfoot following the other.

The refs had money on it? Is this a serious comment? Nobody is putting money on Divison II women’s games. It’s much more likely that they have to use dumbass refs who couldn’t officiate elsewhere.

This is Kinja. I will work my old tired joke until it is dead, and then I will work it some more.

What matters is that Ben Simmons, almost certainly the next first overall NBA draft pick, is so much more athletic than most college players that he’s a highlight machine.

“punk rock snob phase, in the depths of which I interrogated the aesthetic and ideological purity of pretty much every record I listened to.”

Who the fuck ungreyed you?