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Alternate points of view like black people are genetically inferior and that if you are gay you are going to suffer in Hell for Eternity? I’m not hearing about Alan Greenspan being barred from speaking because of his conservative economic policies; it’s all these jagoffs like Richard Spencer that have completely

The entire Trump Presidency has inadvertently become the drinking version of the ‘The Game’ for me. Every time I remember Trump is President, I lose the game and take a drink.

As noted in such luminary works as Fight Club and Infinite Jest, most groups like AA, NA, Inner Infant, and testicular cancer sufferers pretty much let people in off the street without asking a lot of questions. I have found this to be the case most of the time with the PTSD support groups I have attended.

What’s the difference between a “Safe Space” and group therapy? Like, hasn’t Alcoholics Anonymous always been a safe space? Every time I hear someone complain about safe spaces, what they’re trying to convey is some sort of cultural problem they have with liberals, but what I always end up hearing is that therapy is

1. Use Uber or Lyft. Don’t take taxis. They’re notoriously bad here. If the Marta train will take you where you need to go (especially the airport), it’s pretty great. The bus, not so much.

When drinking in Atlanta, I hope you like beer. As a preferred liquor drinker myself, most mixed drinks in ATL come in the most diminutive rocks glasses ever crafted. You will be shelling out $3.50+ for 1 fl. oz. of well rum and Coke each buried in ice. This is fine though because good beer is aplenty in Atlanta.

I’ve been sick for a week and haven’t had the energy to exist out of bed since Sunday, so on a whim I got the demo for Style Savvy: Styling Star. Immediately after completing the demo I purchased the game and I have about 40 hours into it already. It’s a fascinating game that has gotten me to question a lot of my

Dark? Yes. Brilliant? Unlikely. Morally repugnant? Most importantly, yes.

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I tried to get Weird Al’s Bad Hair Day on cassette with a gift card from my 10th birthday. My mother looked at the track list and saw “Cavity Search” and vetoed it. She wouldn’t tell me why a song about dentistry wasn’t appropriate for children. This is the song:

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Congratulations Panera, you’re now in the same company as Waffle House. Wait, no; actually you’re not.

In the words of Troy from Community, “Oh, and for the record, there was an episode of Happy Days where a guy literally jumped over a shark, and it was the best one.” 

This is going to sound really fucking hipster, but I started a vinyl collection for my office because I’ve found that one side of an LP is a really ideal amount of time for me to concentrate on work. It’s like, pour a drink, play side a, work for 20-25 minutes, side a finishes, check some miscellaneous bullshit before

I got to see The Psychedelic Furs in Pittsburgh back in 2012. Time had really beaten the shit out of them, but they could all still play perfectly. It was one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to.

Yeah, this isn’t entirely scientific, but I clock in at 6'4" 220. President Pussy-Grabber has to have more than 20 lbs. on me. Though compared to his other bullshit that’s actually getting people killed, if the net result of this is narcissistic chicanery is seeing a bunch of Twitter comparisons like that Kaepernick

I feel like someone got their hand on the football equivalent of the puzzle box from Hellraiser because the most entertaining possible Super Bowl match-up at this point is Jacksonville vs Minnesota. Clearly, we’ve burned through all the Earthly pleasures of skilled and competently executed football for “Let’s throw on

That’s pretty heavy dude. I’m glad you’re on the other side of it.

Inversely, on of my cousins had an eating disorder. All she would eat was iceberg lettuce on white bread “sandwiches”. My aunt got called into the school many times and my aunt kept deflecting it saying that my cousin was just a picky eater like the rest of her kids and that it wasn’t a big deal. It was a big deal and

I got to number 2 on the list, “Absolute Cilantro”, before having a coughing fit at the mere idea.

That’s fucking wild dude. I’m really glad for yinz.