Oof. Not a good look, Guinness. I tried the Blonde Lager a few weeks ago and was shocked that it was basically Budweiser. Ain’t nothing wrong with the occasional Bud, but for ten bucks, damn.
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Shit. Does this mean that my mom is right about everything?
Sam Elliott looks a lot younger than I remember.
For those of us whose hair pretty much looks like this, I have to say that I am beyond offended. Cultural appropriation of the worst kind.
HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT I HAVE A SEVEN-YEAR-OLD NEPHEW NAMED ZACK?!
I don’t trust those Satanists. Look what they did to poor Rosemary!
Fuck, it was on Yahoo? Serves me right for refreshing Compuserve every minute for three hours straight.
On a road trip last year, a pal and I stopped at a god-forsaken gas station somewhere in the bowels of the Southern Tier. I bought a bag of Nacho Combos (the best kind) and an extra-large Tabasco-flavored Slim Jim — a post-concert favorite for many years. In my excitement I unwrapped and bit into the Slim Jim without…
Don’t forget lovers of Cincinnati-style chili!
Just saying “Don’t read his book — read my book” would have sufficed.
That’s one of the most beautiful Valentine’s Day gifts I’ve ever heard of. Good job, your wife!
Read Leonard for the first time this summer, devouring Swag and The Big Bounce. Really glad I did. Will check out the rest on this list.
1. This is the first article on Deadspin I’ve ever “recommended” before even reading. I don’t regret what I’ve done.
If I ran the Department of Education, this would be required reading for all straight male high-school freshmen. First day of goddamn class. You can’t go home until you’ve read it twice.
Trash, Trash & Fuckboy would be a way more interesting folk trio than Crosby, Stills & Nash.
This may just be horseshit armchair psychoanalyzing, but it seems like it’s the same way with old rock dudes who keep performing decades after their last interesting material have come out. They obviously get addicted to the high of performing (or, in Peyton’s case, playing) and have an exceedingly hard time knowing…