That’s it—I’m quitting my dryer sheet habit. I’ve been using them for years, and haven’t noticed any ill effects, but I trust your judgment and wisdom explicitly, Jolie.

Because Italian hoagies are the truth in sandwich form.

I’ve never been to the Barrio Cafe in Phoenix, but I have had the (pomegranate-laced) guacamole at Barrio Queen in Scottsdale—I make sure to visit any time I’m in the area.

They don’t?

As always, you’re doing the Lord’s work here, Jolie.

Nailed it.

This is awesome Kinja.

Damn. That makes so much sense.

That’s a great wedding story, man. Me and my buddies used to quote that promo to each other all the time, and I had to watch it again (for the thousandth time) immediately after hearing the news today.

At least Dusty will never have to worry about hard times again. Rest in peace.

You can do that with Spotify, as well.

That is the worst photo I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

Goddamn I miss quiz bowl. This brings back memories. Thank you.

I wouldn’t go that far, but I will say that The Heat is a fantastic comedy and I want McCarthy to be in more movies just like that.

That’s about the time I got back into wrestling, as well. And while I’m not a fan of Roman Reigns… he’s alright by me.

Oh God… he—and it’s gotta be a he—responded to one of my comments with that bullshit yesterday.

Coincidentally, I only just last Friday canceled my subscription to the New Yorker because they were piling up on my coffee table and I hadn’t read a new one in months.

Is there an alternate version of any of these recipes that have a list of ingredients and preparation steps, along with photographs? That would be really helpful. I have sixty-two relatives coming over for a barbecue in about twenty minutes, so I don’t have time to read all of the blog posts.

“My Maria” is a fantastic song.

1. Best to worst.