I love that album because it was the one that finally made me submit to the fact that I like Spoon This one is still my favorite track though, as it’s the one that first caught my ear:

Was expecting some combo of “she’s basically a hooker because she serves at Hooters, so I couldn’t condone such awfulness” and “don’t like it? Then she should get a Real Job!” in the official excuses.

Yeah, most restaurants, especially chains, require a tipout based on a percentage of the server’s sales that night. Nothing INFURIATED me more than literally having to pay for doing my job because of a table of cheapskates. $2.30 for that hour doesn't make up for it either.

Welcome to the hellacious world of Texas-based Astros fans since moving to a heavily-West Coast division. “Oh, we know you’ve spent the last 50 years playing against all Central & Eastern Time teams, but now, how do baseball games ending past midnight sound to you?”

\o/ PETE HOLT!

The article is great, but what does that lead image of Charles Bukowski have to do with the subject matter?

Nope, that was just early 80s “fashion”. I had an almost identical outfit that my parents dressed me in for church. I hated it even then, as a toddler, and that sentiment hasn’t changed over 30+ years.

I remember being dressed in an incredibly similar outfit as a little girl (I’m talking 3-4 years old) and MY GOD I still recall it being one of the most uncomfortable outfits of my life. Like I was being choked by the itchiest cloth ever. ‘80s church fashion was the worst.

Good man, I beg of you not to besmirch the greatness of Haggis by associating it with such discourteous riff-raff.

Bless Our Glorious Ann (Richards), because she was governor when I was getting core sex-ed as a young Texan teen. Thanks to her efforts to make it as comprehensive as possible back then, I’ve made it to age 35 with no diseases/infections or unexpected pregnancies.

I refuse to move. I love my home state, and if I & my like-minded progressives cede to the right wing’s idiocy then there will be nobody left behind to fight for those who cannot leave. I will stay. I will fight.

“WHO AM I? WHY AM I HERE?”

While not quite the same, I can always depend on one enterprising Girl Scout & her dad to make the rounds at my favorite nearby breweries during their weekend taproom hours. She does damn good business with those of us who are slightly tipsy & ready to snack.

My mom & older sister overruled me on Christmas Night and won the right to choose what television we’d watch that evening. They chose a marathon of “Property Brothers”, something I’d never seen before... and I was nearly bored to tears. It’s somehow even worse than those HGTV flipping shows, just due to its dullness…

I want to be rich and happy, but unfortunately baseball isn't happening for me because I have no sports talent at all. And am in my mid-30s. And a woman. That's not gonna make the MLB cut.

Joe Buck announcing such a thing is perfection.

I’m okay with our 2 seasons here (Summer, and Not Summer). Hell, I got to sleep with the window open & it feels perfectly comfy under the duvet at this hour. I’m a lifelong Texan, my body is used to this - hell, if I had any reasonable chance of being able to take 8 months of what I would consider Winter, then I’d…

And that is just fine by me. Sure, the cedar pollen was hellacious, but if I can go out without socks, then my day is made.

But if I move there, I can take up the Corpus pastime of bitching about potholes not getting fixed when the city spends money on literally anything else! (Maybe I just shouldn’t read the comments ever on a Caller article.) (Also, I like Boat ‘n Net. It’s my kind of trashy.)

They need to call up the Real Housewives of Oak Cliff gals. I've been wanting a reality series starring Shay ever since I stumbled upon their FB page: https://www.facebook.com/Real-Housewive…