I do this too sometimes, and I can corroborate your assertion that people find this weird. A1 makes an excellent potato condiment as well, if you've not tried it.

This is the worst thing I've ever heard of in my life.

Hi Jolie!

That anti-pepper screed was literally the worst thing I've ever read in my entire life.

If someone is truly curious about the business and wants to have a conversation about it, I try not to use the word "choreographed," if only because it implies that every movement, spot, or bump is planned down to the most minute detail as if it were a dance routine. It belies the fact that there's a tremendous amount…

As someone who used to work in the industry, this is something I've always tried to stress to people when they've asked me about wrestling. Of course the first question is always some variation of "it's all fake, right?"

This is so #based.

The above list excludes ping pong balls, dodgeballs, softballs, handballs, billiard balls, and probably a multitude of other balls that I can't recall at the moment. Therefore, this list is intrinsically flawed and all rankings therein will be disregarded.

I've just recently started getting back into wrestling after about five years out of the loop. It's been the strangest thing seeing familiar faces from ROH (which was my favorite promotion back then) now in the WWE. I'm realizing how much I missed in the intervening years.

I second that. One of my favorite live events ever was ROH Take No Prisoners 2009 in Houston during Wrestlemania weekend. I was a huge Nigel McGuinness fan; it was a real treat to get to see the end of his fantastic title reign. Really felt special. Plus I got to see both Nakajima and Kenta wrestle, which is a rare…

I suppose you could say I did so of my own volition.

This brightened my evening immensely. Thank you!

I had a friend who—while ludicrously stoned—liked to take two slices of pizza, spread a thin layer of ranch dressing on each, and then sandwich them together cheese to cheese. He'd eat that abominable creation with a look of orgasmic revelry on his face, seemingly unaware of the culinary atrocity he'd perpetrated.

Bravo!

Recommended for your astute observations regarding shameful loyalty to provincial foodstuffs, but mostly for your ortolan reference.

This is a quality sports opinion about the ball dunker who is the subject of the blog post above.

I'll be pouring one for that rim tonight.

I have an unhealthy relationship with smoked paprika. I've been known to sneak into the kitchen late at night just to bury my nose in the jar I keep in the pantry.

I've never tried this technique with paprika, but I'm going to do so as soon as possible. I go through so much sweet (and smoked) paprika I might as well buy it in bulk.

You speak the truth, my friend.