That is a goddamn epic life experience. Thank you for sharing, seriously.

SOAK was playing as I came across this post, and it really fits the feel of these photos SO DAMN WELL. Ugh, I love all of this...

I worked phone support for the BlueLight ISP back in 2000. The graveyard shift, at that. Oh my god, the people we’d get... So desperately computer illiterate, even for that time period.

No kidding. If we need to have another “America is so awesome” old-timey tune Grandpa may like, how about something a little more tolerable than that Irving Berlin treacle (let’s just be sure nobody goes with that other piece of Lee Greenwood swill).

Of all the reasons why I love my ever-faltering Cubs, their staunch refusal to bow down to BIG MLB by playing that debbie-downer tune in the middle of a fun game (AND immediately prior to a rousing “yay baseball!” ditty) is a big one, which I’m reminded of any time I catch them playing an Away game (which is almost…

Then it’ll be a good double-excuse to add a 5th star to the municipal flag.

On point #4, Roger & Marie’s whole last scene and then your mention of “how long do you think they stay together?” made me instantly see them sitting in for Seth Green & Lauren Ambrose in the ending bit from “Can’t Hardly Wait”.

If you think some stranger offering to randomly buy your pet is weird, my best friend’s mom was asked out of the blue one day if he was for sale when he was a baby & she was out with him on a walk with the stroller. The man was not joking, but - in addition to it being just pretty fucked up - his offers were pretty…

Weiiirrrrrd... and still not swaying me from the other celeb tequila that's surprisingly smooth which I prefer to drink neat. (Not gonna name it, because I don't want to seem like a brand whore, but goddamn, I kinda hate that I love it so much.)

Dear god, my Brad Pitt obsession of 1994 would've been insufferable if the internet existed in its current form back then.

I was in middle school when Kurt Cobain died, and it didn't cause anywhere hear this level of disruption. AND HE WAS DEAD. Not "just quit the band", but gone, forever.

Mustard has been the go-to treatment for at least a few generations of my family when it comes to minor, unbroken-skin burns. But in a business environment? Get some medicated burn spray & bandages on it at the very goddamned least.

She and my mom would be best friends. (Which makes me sad, because I want my mom to enjoy her later years relaxing and enjoying this world, not spend them living in a constant state of fear & stockpiling for the coming Apocalypse.)

The most-ghetto HEB in Austin award still goes to the one at Manor & 183. I think I remember hearing about a stabbing or shootout over there (again) just a few weeks ago.

I'm an Austinite with friends in Chicago. I've made that road trip twice, and, hand to glob, the Oklahoma leg of it has to be the most dull, tedious stretch of the entire 20+ hour ordeal. I LOVE road trips, and even thinking of that stretch has me considering flying next time.

I'm a long-distance Cubs fan, and the only game I've managed to take in a Wrigley was a day game against the Cards a few years back. I fully expected to have to suffer some crap behavior, because my friends that live in Chicago have told many a story about fratty jerk Cubs fans near Wrigley. Well, the Cubs fans were…

As a 34-year-old, I will join you in your usage of "sick", and I'll throw in a little Jenny O doing the same to boot.

I see that pic, and this is the first thing that comes to mind.

On the unwitting kinda-profanity front, one of my favorite movies when I was in kindergarten was "Stand By Me." (Hey, good movies are good movies.) I knew most "bad words" I wasn't allowed to say thanks to my mom washing my mouth out with soap, but this one somehow flew under her radar. So, there I was, an adorable 5…

My nephew's second birthday party was at one of these shitholes - it was an especially depressing one attached to a shopping mall in a college town (where you really have no other options for children's birthday parties besides McDonalds for over a hundred miles). When it came time to blow out his candles, the second…