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Sweet. That means Agent 99 is available for me.

I had no idea Ray’s Reserve was a thing, and I drink bourbon. So I checked their site. Jesus fuck loogit their logo:

Mad pooper in a landslide mudslide.

Eh, he shouldn’t look that much different than what he did in RotJ as the game starts around the battle of Endor, and finishes at Jakku, which is about a year later. This encounter takes place in the middle of those two battles.

Atlanta sports! When you want to see a huge collapse you get this. When you don’t want to see a huge collapse, you get Super Bowl 51.

“Ball out?” Nah. It’s “Ball: out.” Grammar counts.

Although I sure love those giant-size tubs of Utz Cheez Balls. I like to eat those until I’m sick.

So, if you can’t stand IPAs, but can manage sipping on some lighter brews, you might be a supertaster. If you enjoy them all, join the normal tasters club. We have jackets.

Her opinions were about baseball, not football. So, they were like Lennay Kekua: nonexistent.

Ahh, the early/mid ‘90s. When a commercial about soup and containing hockey players aired, the only cooked noodles we thought about were in bowls and not skulls.

Found a live feed of Zeke’s legal situation:

You’re not naive in that there’s plenty of steaming hot pile of dogshit takes/rants on Philly sports talk radio. But, in this case, considering he played for the Phillies for 4 years (2 of them being excellent), even the most boorish of hosts wouldn’t have gone this far.

He’s the Mets’ problem now. LOLMETS

Oh I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay.

Awesome work. A bit surprised to see no Kale and Caulifla, but they’re fairly new. Maybe she’s still working on it. Then again, Caulifla is mostly just a tube top and baggy/parachute pants.

I CHOO CHOO CHOOSE YOU, A.J. McCARRON!

This is the story that never ends. Yes, it goes on and on, my friend. Some people starting shooting people as that’s what ‘Murica does, and we’ll keep on shooting people forever because, this is the story that never ends...

Goodbye, Mr. Panderson

just a simple man eatin’ stuffed crust and thinkin’ ‘bout his daughter’s tatas