ha! likewise.

New Year’s Eve is amateur night. The only way to make it tolerable is to spend it at home.

I was in Boise for less than 24 hours a few years ago. While walking from my hotel to a Denny’s, I was called a homophobic slur and had a beer can thrown at me from some hicks in a monster truck. Later, I was called the n-word by a different passing car. I’m a straight, square-looking white guy with short hair. As…

My wife calls it The M’Lady, and now I can’t unsee it.

keep licking old rich white men’s wingtips. gonna start paying off any day now. 

i love the insider info. i have a friend who was the manager at our local Round Table for years, and the stories he told were amazing. 

I’m a spicy boy who digs that fiery dirt taste of a sliced jalapeño on a pie. do it however you want but don’t yuck my yum. : )

did you nab a slice from the pie or were you inspired and make your own side pizza? I wouldn’t have thought of it, but I’d try it. I don’t usually go for chicken on pizza myself, but the alfredo sauce sounds like it would tie it all together. fuck it. break all pizza boundaries.

sweet, savory, spicy. fuck yeah.

my local pizza place has a pie called the Fonzarelli with pineapple, jalapeño, ricotta, and pepperoni. it’s amazing. free your mind

who’s this sarcasm genius?

I mean, at this point, being a bishop, pastor, or priest means the onus is on you to prove you’re not a perverted trash monster.

a lot of proof from this facebook group I belong to

this is cool to see as I only knew Charlotte Rae from Diff’rent Strokes & The Facts Of Life. plus, I only knew this song as the second part of my favorite Nina Simone jam and didn’t realize her song was actually a medley of two Hair songs. thx for sharing.

neither will happen. he’s going to keel over from a heart attack, and the party will be at my place, y’all

i’ve never had whale blubber, but now i cannot rest until i’ve eaten whale blubber

as a guy with a beard, you are correct. we all look the same, which is frankly a benefit of having a beard.

was going to say the same thing, so i’ll just piggy back on your comment. the books have pages upon pages just about food. i can only read so much about lamprey pies and pigeon stew and whatever the fuck. there’s also extra side plots that go nowhere. i’ve read all the books up to this point, and i don’t care if he…

hey shitfuck, i love tequila. drink it all the time. if you ever badmouth this wonderful nectar of the gods again, I will rip off your fucking...