Welcome to NC. “What a mess” should be our new motto.

+1 Vincent Kartheiser

I can’t. Stop. Watching this. Damn you.

You bastard.

“As for televising Ultimate Russian Roulette, no. I’m not watching that and neither are you. I like watching boxing matches and football games, but I don’t want anyone to actually DIE. That would make me feel guilty for watching it, and that would be a real buzzkill. Oh, and I’d feel bad for the dead guy too, I guess.”

F, Marry, Kill: Donald, Hillary, green Skittle...

I bought my 8-eyelet Docs on Halloween, 1995. I still wear them, though they desperately need to be resoled.

This is on my car right now:

Turns out that her coughing was the result of overtraining to huff and puff and blow the curtains down. Also, this is all delicious.

Without it, we would not have this, which I will just leave here:

Gotta love a hound’s ability to crash.

The Durham Bulls have Bark at the Park 3 times a season, but we never get to take them on the field. For the first time, UNC baseball had a doggie night. My idiots had fun and amused people with their “double decker” routine:

And, for me, the Park Ave stretch—Jine’s, Hogan’s Hideaway, Nathan’s... oh, man, Nathan’s cheese bread and soup was my go-to meal for so long. Great, now I’m starving AND nostalgic! ;-)

RIT grad here... God, I miss Wegman’s. And Abbott’s. And, yes, Nick Tahou’s.

Wait. Drew has seen his own butthole. Is this a normal thing? I’ve never seen my butthole. Now I’m worried that everyone has seen his or her butthole and I’m some kind of freak.

Yeah, right there with you...

Yeah, I’m in the Triangle. Drive 1 mile outside the limits of any of the cities, and you’re in batshit right-wing country.

Yep, fellow NC person here. I’m glad the NCAA (along with several other states/orgs) is following through on the threats to take events (and therefore money) away.

“The guy is drunk! But there he goes!” This is classic. I am picturing Homer Simpson as the Idiot, and it’s perfect.

Let’s go with “Bungalized.” Any way you put it, it’s basically shorthand for “devoid of any post-season hope, regardless of present success.” It’s kind of like nihilism, without the dogma.