this exactlyexactly, BlippityBloppity. Miller lite captures the category that was essentiallyessentially created for it simply because the BJCP is slightly defined by a neurotic need to define and categorize everythingeverything (which is their job!).

I'd just like to add that I rather enjoy that these columns only actually contain about a paragraph's worth of review-proper. The general beer discussion and tenuously relevant intros resemble how real-life beer conversation goes. Even the beer-nerdiest of us only throw out a handful of tasting note sentences when we…

If you correctly salt the water to sea-water levels of salinity, you take the only opportunity to season the pasta itself, as the dry pasta takes in small amounts of water and salt. This effect is not terribly dramatic.

Lakefront's Imperial Pumpkin is indeed a delight. While the standard is impressive in just how much it tastes like a pumpkin pie, it doesn't offer much of a beer experience. The imperial is spicey, thick, and has some nice woody booze notes.

I have a pair of very similar shoes by Allen Edmonds in a bourbon brown, and while I'll agree that a very shined shoe with broguing looks fine, even great with regular suits, I'd draw the line at wearing them with jeans.

At least they missed the river; probably saved hundreds of lives from a firey death

I would've went with "Verlander??!?! I 'ardly know 'er!"

Fuck, put a NSFW warning on that thing

There's no 100℅ way of preventing yourself from hitting a tree skiing and dying instantly, yet millions of people still strap on helmets, ski safely, and hope for the best.

I think his fuck-you writing style is more of a play off the coddling TV-"chefs" and online food bloggers tend to dole out to their readership. Peruse any food blog, and you're likely to find that many a post begins with an endless parade of "give-it-a-try" and "X-is-hard-but-this-Y-is-really-easy-I-promise!"

I agree with all of your sentiments, save one stipulation.

Considering that the palmaris longus tendon, among the tendons that are often harvested for Tommy John Surgery, also (weakly) helps you flip the bird, I think it's an entirely appropriate picture.

I'd like to point out that if you're desperate and can opener-less, you can take the can outside and rub the top against the pavement repeatedly for about a minute until you just rub through the layer of metal on the "lip" of the lid. You can usually pry it off easily with a butter knife at that point and it's usually…

You found it! That's the joke!