Is it Quant or Qual?

“Please, tell me more about your views on the role of government in regulating financial institutions. And speak up, it’s hard to hear you through your fish-head mask.”

I’d probably just turn on the sprinklers.

What a pathetic bunch of delusional loons. “Why don’t you donate your leather gloves to the homeless?!!” How dare GS employees be so insensitive as to warm their extremities when there is inequality in America?

I can’t cite anything specific. I read articles claiming the aluminum may be bad for us. And just the notion of blocking up sweat doesn’t sound great.

That’s my issue. I am a greaseball. I can’t walk around in public like that.

Sponsors are paying good money to hear Jeem read their messages during breaks in the action. That ain’t going away - I expect in-game promos to get more and more common as the older generation (aka the only people who sit through commercials without flipping channels or checking their phones) die off. How will we…

I go through with the dance, and fuck it up nine ways to Sunday. Start doing The Hucklebuck in the middle when you “forget” the next step. Bang into each other. Pelvic thrusts aplenty.

What do you do with your hair? Just wet it? Do you HAVE hair?

Yeah, I quit anti-perspirant because there is no way that shit isn’t harming your body. A nice side-effect was no longer having a solid crust in all my undershirt armpits. But if I don’t apply deodorant I smell like a dang onion by mid-afternoon at the office. Forget about days with actual physical exertion.

Because look at them arms. They’re completely lacking muscle definition. They look like breakfast sausages. Somebody direct this guy to the weight room. I’m a fat 50-year-old office worker, haven’t worked out in ten years, and have better guns than ‘Melo.

I agree with them. They sound well-off, what is $14,000 each? It’s not as if they are poors who need this money for their mortgages or groceries or some shit. If they let it ride and the Pack wins out, now they have some dough to play with!

I became close friends with a business associate years ago. Even though he was 15 years older than I was, we had a lot in common and would hang for hours, talking about food, sports, life, family, business... he would tell these amazing, hilarious stories about his hard-drinking days and we’d laugh and laugh.

Yeah, because hitters don’t go up there with a plan, a strategy to deal with what the pitcher is doing, what happened in prior meetings, the game situation, and countless other variables.

We need to bring back that usage of “Boner”.

So the really sweet old lady crossing guard who bakes cookies for the kids makes $150K, and the surly brain surgeon makes $25K. Excellent idea!

Holy shit that was haunting.

I was a high school QB and I got absolutely lit up on multiple occasions. One time in practice I got destroyed running the option Left, got up woozy and ran it Right and got hammered, then Left and the DE clobbered me again. I was completely in a daze in the huddle. Everyone, including me, thought it was hilarious,…

An old uncle with no kids died and left his cousin (my grandpa) an early-80s K-Car wagon. What a colossal turd. It rarely ran right, but I still took it to college in NE PA one semester. I had to put the hazards on while struggling up those hills on Rte 80, doing 35 being passed by loaded 18-wheelers. The drivers…

“Pooping in a urinal = wetback”