Really starting to get sick of the Paul Verhoeven movie we’re currently living in. Can’t we at least switch directors for the sequel?

Med10crity

The hops are restrained, just there for balance. Try it and let me know what you think. 

I had a few of these on Friday, really good. I don’t know how exactly to describe it, but some Oktoberfest beers have a lingering flavor that hangs around and overwhelms after more than one. This one, however, is very clean and drinkable.

It’s also Oktoberfest beer season, lots of good brown ales out there, too! And winter warmers/stouts/holiday beers are just around the corner...

Not the Antonio Brown come back story I expected.

I am so sick and tired of Chrissy Teigen’s filthy mouth: the name-calling, the way she leads people at rallies calling for violence against minorities, the way she brags that she can grab people by the pussy, and can shoot people on 5th ave...

“It wasn’t like a, ‘you must,’” Short insisted. “It wasn’t like, ‘you have to.’”

In the good old days we’d just force kids to eat shit they didn’t like. Not woke, but keeps them alive and healthy.

Wait, she they faked it?????

I did it for the gram too

As a poor 80s kid those were definitely a big part of my life. I remember Mortal Kombat, Little Mermaid and Ninja Gaiden. No telling how many I’ve forgotten about. But one thing is for sure. These “games” were trash.

Yeah.  Mattel’s football >>> all of these others, too.

Roxanne! You don’t have to put on that red hat.

I think you got that backwards. Children use the dick hole of their underwear, the rest of us just push that shit down. 😀

Why, do the boxes taste better? 

+1 other hitchhiker’s quote: It is a well known fact that those people who most want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it. To summarize the summary: anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.

+42

“The two opposing leaders were meeting for the last time.

LJS chicken was/is my guilty pleasure food. I used to eat it once a year, when my wife is out of town so that I can fully marinate in my shame. I moved, so it’s significantly farther away, and as a result haven’t eaten it this year.  Yet.