I usually open a few videos that look like they'll fit the bill for what I feel like and watch the first couple minutes of each to guage my interest. Then I usually pick the two that I like the most and get to work.

As someone who works for the USPS call center, if you have to mail anything in, for the love of Christ, spend the $9 and send that shit certified with Priority Mail. If you stick it in an envelope with a stamp and it gets lost, as occasionally happens, there’s not a damn thing we can do for you.

Unless Brian is actually depressed, in which case all of the can-do in the world isn't going to fix fucked up brain chemistry.

To that end, you may find David Bazan to your liking. His album Curse Your Branches is basically him processing going from being Christian to not. It can trend almost toward mopey at points, but having gone through a similar transition myself, it reads as genuine loss.

Finally someone responds to the “I think you were trying to make a statement” accusation with, “Yeah, no shit.”

Anymore

People who haven’t had it don’t understand how fucking magical pork roll is.

The last time I fucked around in GTA Online, there was a kid lecturing everyone on exactly how Trump has the right ideas and Hillary is a communist. He finally left when everyone with chat turned on made killing him our only goal for a solid 20 minutes.

I think there's something about this gen of consoles; maybe it's that you can plug in just about any set of headphones and you have a mic. On the 360/PS3 days, a headset was a fucking investment, and by god that headset was going to get USED. I don't even have a chat cable to connect my Astros to my Xbox One…

A good cigar alongside quality whisky is a perfectly pleasant way to spend a summer evening. You’d be an asshole to do anything afterwards without a change of clothes, if not a shower, but as far as ways to piss away an hour of solitude, you could do worse

Ben Wa

You’re absolutely right. That said, don’t wear leggings, guys. Come on.

My absolute favorite thing about Sony is that any time they experience success, it immediately shoots so fast and so hard to their heads that they immediately fuck up.

Drunk assholes and rapelling is a combination that can only end in hilarity.

Is Razer's logic with this that there are people who want to spend $150 on a controller, but refuse to give that money to Microsoft? There absolutely is a market for a more affordable alternative to the Elite that does most of what it does at a lower price point, and Scuf is still selling controllers that do more at a…

Son of a bitch! I have a draft in Gmail about how dominantly the Rock would win the Presidency if he entered the race, but I couldn’t remember if the emails went to “tips” or “drew.” I say he’d sweep the entire country.

Hunts is the RoseArt crayons of ketchup.

By his logic, a point after should be worth three, since it’s a field goal, and by God, all scoring plays better count the same.

No On The Border? Decent generic Mexican food and a generous happy hour with above average margaritas is at least as good as Dave and Busters' half-assed arcade racket.

But it loses the cake for the mandatory hoedowns, blaring country music, and peanut shell strewn floors. The food is good, but the ambiance is fucking awful.