Don’t worry, though, in the other post about how the 2 year old girl had a skull fracture, hematoma, and seizures, the heavily starred posts are “Why’d you bring a kid to a baseball game” and “Those parents are the real monsters.”

At the very end of the clip you hear the announcer say “He’s whacked it back in place” which is also what I envision the imaginary color commentator say after I finish masturbating.

But the important thing here is that since Drew is gone, I can state for the record that the official stance of the Funbag is now that mayonnaise is awesome and delicious and one of our finest condiments and makes just about everything better. Mayo forever.

I remember being maybe 7 or 8 years old playing the vector based Star Wars game, having made it past the TIE fighters shooting fireballs and all the way to the trench run, only for the asshole in the Chuck E. Cheese mouse costume to put his paws over my hands on the controller and steer me into the trench wall.

In those cases, in my experience, I’ve usually had a bartender I know introduce me to the new bartender. There’s both that little feeling of elevated social position Claire mentioned (“the staff knows me! they want new staff to know who I am! I’m important!”) and the much bigger feeling of despondency (“oh holy shit…

Nah, every team has to do their share. It’ll be like the traveling circus! Why, Johnny, we’ve got to get to Target Field, for the Travelin’ Rays are the home team against the White Sox today!

Look, this plan is worth millions to the “fine people on both sides” division. If you’re smart, we can both come out of this as heroes and we can be set up for life.

Please give me your even batshittier suggestions for saving the Rays.

They’re definitely loose shreds of onion in WC sliders. They adhere pretty well to the bun thanks to that “gray pudding composed from the steamed grease of the meat” but the shreds get all over the place when you’re eating one handed in the car. 

Back in 1981 (showing my age) Dragon Magazine #53 had a revamp of the AD&D 1e monk class. The quote that always stood out to me:

Having never had Krystal, but being an aficionado of White Castle, I can endorse the similarities across all of the above points with the exception of mustard not being included by default. The rest is spot-on for WC.

Breathalyzer test machine. I said this before, but I found one of these in a bar bathroom a few months ago and was mesmerized. They obviously kept it in the bathroom so that patrons wouldn’t start ordering shots and try to game the test, but I bet they do it anyway.

When 78 percent of the St. Louis Blues visit the White House, he’s putting out an acre of Croissan’wiches for everyone to enjoy. And by “everyone,” I mean him. Fucking asshole.

Uh, I was drunk. That’s it.

If the site correctly detects Incognito mode, something is amiss: You’re either running an older version of Chrome, you didn’t set the aforementioned flag correctly, or something is wrong about Chrome’s implementation of the Filesystem API in Incognito mode.

That’s it. They have a South Chicago location but a large cheese is $15.50, x-large is $17.60, and South Chicago isn’t exactly “suburban Chicago” but there’s other breadcrumbs online that confirm it.

See, he drinks often enough that the bar staff is concerned for his well-being and waters down his drinks, so he blows a lower BAC after the same amount of drinking and thinks he’s built up a tolerance.

And a Crave Case.

There’s honestly nothing to worry about. The bulk of the people complaining about it usually have the same root cause, whether they realize it or not — they don’t understand the reasons why math is taught in a different way, they feel that the world is changing, they’re afraid they can’t help their kids with math, etc.

Yes! Go with what’s easiest for your brain, since you end up holding multiple interim steps in your head.