AmazonBasics post-Prime Day specials? You got my interest.
Wait, what?
AmazonBasics post-Prime Day specials? You got my interest.
Wait, what?
AmazonBasics post-Prime Day specials? You got my interest.
Wait, what?
AmazonBasics post-Prime Day specials? You got my interest.
Wait, what?
Perhaps you could re-post this when iOS 13 is released to the general public in September.
The unbreakable and unmistakable Red Solo Cup.
The unbreakable and unmistakable Red Solo Cup.
SeatGuru FTW. If you’re choosing a seat for an upcoming flight, or just want to browse by airline and aircraft, give it a whirl.
Seriously, you had to ask? My preference is the humble wooden clothes pin.
Seriously, you had to ask? My preference is the humble wooden clothes pin.
Aw come one. Do you use the same clothes washer for your delicates that also cleans poopoo undies, stiff socks, and the bathroom mat? A dishwasher or clothes washer cleans things, with water and soap.
Aw come one. Do you use the same clothes washer for your delicates that also cleans poopoo undies, stiff socks, and…
“Hey girl, am I rockin’ this Canadian tuxedo or what?”
Dang, just put them in the darned dishwasher.
Dang, just put them in the darned dishwasher.
I always root for Key Grip.
Tell your bank and credit card folks you’ll be overseas. Give them dates and cities or countries being visited so they don’t flag overseas charges as suspected fraud. Get their contact numbers in the places you’ll be in case things get lost or stolen.
OK, everyone loves Hot Pie but give me a serving of that adorkable (and long-time lover) Podrick Payne.
Oh Peggy, in this moment you channeled the wishes of every member of the audience.
A Ziploc® bag of assorted senbei (aka arare). Perfect inflight when my tastebuds are compromised.
Hot coffee over condensed milk makes the back of my head shiver in the morning.
Ichiro and The Kid.
Have these people ever watched the Olympics?
Real men use fire.
You may call it a Naturday, I’ll call it a Shandy. It is what we were served and allowed to drink, when we wanted a beer, until we were teens.
Back in the 80s The Dead would spend a week at the Garden in the Fall. Usually coinciding with the week of 5th Ave’s Bookfair and the Village’s street fair. After spending hours in the Garden sweating and rocking out the exhausted crowd would stream out on the city streets. Vulnerable (the venue somewhat sheltered…