Yeah, those Starbucks breakfast sandwiches are inexplicably good. I never eat at Starbucks but got a ton of gift cards for them last Christmas. Spent every weekend morning for a month eating like a king.
Yeah, those Starbucks breakfast sandwiches are inexplicably good. I never eat at Starbucks but got a ton of gift cards for them last Christmas. Spent every weekend morning for a month eating like a king.
You know you can just cuss on the Internet, right?
God bless ya, Corky.
I’ll throw down with the version of “Hallelujah” from “Cohen Live” as the best version of a very good song. But keep it the fuck away from my Christmas playlists. (AND retroactively scrape it from every copy of that god-awful “Watchmen” movie in existence.)
Made a gigantic ham for Thanksgiving this year when, after talking with family members, we all realized that while we like turkey, we like ham way better. I’ll probably do turkey again next year, but maybe it’s now relegated to once every couple years.
Godspeed, DogRidingRodeoMonkey
2 p.m. is absolutely the best time for Thanksgiving dinner. Stuffed and drunk within 45 minutes, fall asleep in easy chair at 3, wake up at 4:30 in time for a walk or the second football game of the day. Repeat until bedtime or death.
Fuck yeah. I asked my (admittedly small) family if it was OK to do something other than turkey this year, and they were all, “Well, we don’t really like turkey anyway.” So pork for the win.
You’re talking about Brandon Weeden, right?
Hi Joel. I would like to fight you. So how does this work? Do I have to buy you a plane ticket? Or do I come to you? Do we have to rent out a pavilion, or can we just fight in a parking lot or something? Please let me know when you can.
Detroit really doesn’t seem too fawned of this coach.
Wait. Is it a sandwich?
Great article. Nice to know this show affected other people the same way it affected me when I was a loner nerd adolescent.
Wait, where’s Wald -- oh, there he is.
Thanksgiving Day! Sweet! Go to hell, family and football!
Damn, somebody need an Aveeno oatmeal bath.
Just read this and now I have this song stuck in my head, along with an unnatural hankering for New Jersey road trip food.
I surveyed my guests and realized that nobody is really a big fan of turkey. So I am straight-up just making ham this year! It will be glorious!
I am irrationally excited about this shit game