I’m a fan of the electrified hurdles idea. Electrified high jump and pole vault as well.

How poor of a life choice was it that I didn’t stop there while driving between Rushmore and Minneapolis?

I’ll stick to not caring and the occasional pineapple.

I wouldn’t know. I can’t afford cauliflower.

Applewood or maple?

Completely forgot. Though to be fair, I was 10.

I’m starring this for the first paragraph and pretending that final sentence doesn’t exist.

This is a terrible take and you and the 6 others who agree with you eat babies. Bunch of baby eaters. All those babies are ruining your tastebuds.

You leave butternut squash out of this, you monster.

Agreed on the zucchini take. Don’t think I’ve had okra, so no comment.

I have a coffee maker in the office that brews the cup for you. I always pour it, set the mug down somewhere safe so no one tries to poison me, then go piss. Gives it a minute to cool down to a tolerable drinking temperature.

Give me a spicy pickled bean or asparagus in my caeser. Or candied bacon. Celery can GTFO.

What the fuck, Magary. Artichokes are fantastic. On their own, steamed and dipped in melted butter. YUM. I don’t know where you are getting your artichoke dip from, but that shit doesn’t have mayo in it. Sour cream, maybe. I make mine with a shit ton of cream cheese and some spinach. IT’S HEALTHY (it’s not). Pickled…

Can we please hear this take?

Aren’t the Olympics just a reason to become an expert in some sport you would never otherwise watch? I’ve been enjoying the shit out of volleyball this year. Both indoor and beach.

If you were a Rams fan (for whatever stupid reason), would you change allegiances? Dumping on the city and packing out has to be a valid reason to pick a new team, as one letter indicated. Is the answer different if you are a Rams fan because St. Louis is your closest geographic location compared to if you never had…

Pretty sure he’s at University of San Francisco.

It comes back better than it went in. I actually recently (a year ago?) found a place that worked well, only now I forget its name and location so I’m fucked.

I read the headline and expected to see slack convos of Ashley trying to sleep with everyone and would have directed her to yeserday’s blog post on sleeping with coworkers.

I could not imagine entering a hockey dressing room without growing up with the scent to acclimate yourself. At least I got to take in gradually as kids began to smell more probably around 12 to full blown stank by 15.