Spanfeller’s a gutless coward.

Gutless fucking turds is the best description for those cowards.

Those mini peanut butter cups work great in my fitness regime.

Done.

About four or five times this morning I habitually hit ctrl-t, then typed dea and hit enter for the autocomplete, just to go see what Deadspin had to say. This has been the one and only sports website for me SIMPLY BECAUSE it wasn’t bland recaps of a game with sports reporting interviews like “so, did you give 110…

Fuck you and I’ll miss you, you jackhole.

Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

It’s a Chicago thing too; the spirit squad or whatever they call them (“We’re NOT cheerleaders! We don’t wave pomponms and shit, we just throw t-shirts into the crowd and gyrate wildly”) climbs up on top of the dugouts periodically.

It’s not day drinking if you never stop.

“I’m not a parent, but if I were I surely would never do X and Y.” -a well-meaning childless person

I’m a Vikings fan, which means I’m disillusioned enough to expect that we’ll be the one loss in that series.

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I’m nothing if not inappropriately intimate.

Home games against the Packers and Vikings, and a free win on the road against Tennessee. That’s an easy 2-1 stretch of games and not the worst time to have Mahomes out.

Sometime ~15 years ago I first saw cheesy tots at the BK menu, ordered them, promptly googled and found _nothing_ other than a PDF from some dairy farming collective trade show talking about leveraging additional cheese sales to whatever holding company owned BK.

It’s easy to say “The amount of money you + your employer pay in premiums is more than you’d have to pay in taxes! So it costs LESS to do MFA!”

I agree. The lack of a minimum wage or workplace safety standards exploits the impoverished, but to legislate those feels paternalistic. The impoverished are just poor, not ignorant, and are perfectly capable of making informed choices. I’m not sure it’s up to “us” to mandate a wage floor or safe working conditions to…

What I’m hearing is there needed to be more weed, dick and fart jokes, and I can’t argue with that.

Andrew, you are a king among men, and tell me where the dollar should go.

Flashbacks to 13 year old me, caddying at the country club, collapsing from dizziness before heatstroke hit and regaining consciousness to find one of the members was poking me with a golf club.