Thanks! I shall proudly wear my MAGA gear where I please.

Like a young Ron Jeremy.

My coach just recommended downing mustard packets during training for an endurance event I am doing in a month. She said something about electrolytes and anti-oxidants and sugar. I said, coolly, there are plenty of non-mustard flavored options in the easily opened energy gel world and I was more fond of, say, ginseng…

Add in the Kentucky connection and there should be a Moscow Mitch cocktail as well 

I think you have a fantastic idea on your hands, and I will definitely fiddle around with this!

Ah, yes, the old rainbow flag operation.

I’m going to with grilled stone fruit desert pouch garnished with mint.

Yeah, ever since Sirius XM deleted the Bay area traffic channel AM radio has been my best source for local traffic updates.

Can we include ESPN talking heads as well?

Your high school English teacher is proud of that comment.

Neutral: Hell no I don’t feel traveler’s shame. I went on a cruise once, it sucked ass, would not repeat or recommend. Flying is the shit, I can travel across the country and experience other cultures.

On the previous post about Columbia’s scatter band I wrote they are for people who can’t march in time and who aren’t funny enough for the college sketch/improve group. I’d also add thats true about Columbia’s football team too.

I think the frequency is quite important - we should be flinging sports radio into volcanoes very frequently, not less.

coffee-flavored Oreos

Lee C. Bollinger, President of the University? Big penis!

Not to mention expecting people to help break down the tailgate an hour before the game. It is one thing if you are charging your friends to cover the cost of the food but if you are charging 300 strangers who are traveling into town for the game and attending your tailgate, freaking hire some kids or somebody to help…

Minor nitpick - Flintshire is the county, not the town. The nearby town is Treuddyn (pronounced something like “TRAYdhin” where dh represents the voiced “th” in “breathe”, if my rudimentary knowledge of Welsh phonetics is anything to go by).

Morgan Reilly’s captaincy voodoo doll worked in a really strange way...

What a teammate, trying to hook Phil up with some buns, even years after he was run out of town. 

Any arena that still employs an organist is now obliged to play “Blue Moon” any time Matthews is on the ice for a stoppage.