Aspects are pretty sweet.

But then, as a patriots fan you should ALWAYS feel bad.

Just do whatever requires caring the least and making the least effort, that is practical and lasts. I’m pretty fond of carhartt single front canvas pants.

I’m pretty partial to western snap button rancher shirts with short sleeves for summer. Cargo shorts for sure.

January 30, 2018, the city that never sleeps might want to consider an overdose of propofol.

Fresh ground cumin makes the powder seem like an insult. I made a Texas chili where charitable and cumin featured heavily, and freshly pulverizing both was a total revelation.

I’m a giants fan, and I’m kind of stunned that you’d sign Geno Smith instead of Kaepernick. It’s disappointing cowardice among ownership.

Sauerkraut, spicy brown mustard, cheap white bun, sometimes a pickle slice.

A “good steak house” doesn’t sous vide steak.

A “good steak house” doesn’t sous vide steak.

It makes me realize yet again what an alien world these dudes live in, compared to mine. Calling prostitutes on the company’s phone bill is pretty outlandish.

Owning your own technology and personal identity is vital.

Right, because 20 years of character assassination are totally not the issue at all.

Two singularly disliked candidates faced off, and the one who told better lies to idiots squeaked out an electoral college victory based on 10,000 people each in three states, or so it seemed.

RIGHT. TIME TO THROW EVERYTHING OUT AND…

I think I might be old. Or does he just suck?

I don’t know why, but the lost jaw is way more horrifying than someone having their whole head blown off. Dead is easier than being jaw-and-toothless, maybe?

Barring a meteor strike, the only plan is to plan for six years from now...

Or, OR, OR maybe we could just get some halfway decent basketball and be happy to make the playoffs again. I’m not even sure what to think anymore.

I’m a Yankee fan too, I know the Yankees won’t win the World Series this year, but I’ve been…

I’m not even mad anymore. I’m not sad. I’m just kind of numb.

I don’t even think John McEnroe ever thought that.

You’re permitted.
I’m not.
It’s like using the word “hillbilly” or any racially based epithet... :)

Or western Massachusetts... that’s a form of the joke this elitist a-hole new yorker can make without feeling quite as much guilt and jerk-ness. :)

Seriously though, firing Phil and then going back to Isiah... that would be like finding out your sister finally left her alcoholic, unemployed boyfriend... and moved in with her oxycontin dealer.