My pet peeve is when announcers abuse the demonstrative pronoun:

Maybe they were just trying to throw a bone to Katee Sackhoff.

Visually kind of reminds me of The Signal From Tolva.

There’s a place in southern CT called the “Dew Drop Inn”, where they have all kinds of wierd wing flavors. My personal favorite is the “strawberry habanero”.

Comps are the way to go. I live in a neighborhood with walking distance to a lot of bars, so I know at least half the bartenders in my neighborhood, and I get comped pretty regularly at a few of them.

My GF goes to a lot of tech conferences, and at one in particular she met a WOC who was rather high up in the organization, and who insisted that Kalanick was mostly a victim of bad press coverage and actually a really good guy. Just something to think about.

There is ALREADY a company that literally does this.

This is a Marchman-level take.

I have a coworker who, when I giddily showed her the headline this spring about Kraft’s arrest, took one look at it and said, like a true Pats fan, “Well, prostitution should be legal anyways”.

I’d stay away from that gravy, tho.

No love for “Earth Final Conflict”???

Can’t wait to watch my first Battlehawks game in a Manhattan bar full of transplants. Our rallying cry will be “WHAT THE FUCK IS A BATTLEHAWK?”

Market crashing today, and all I could think was, “Yeah, I’ve been saying we’re in for a big recession for about two years now.”

I prefer to start at 0% and dip it myself.

Not... His Malignancy, Magary I?

Might as well.

My “price point” is “sales event”. Car companies - Lexus and Toyota especially - are the biggest criminals on this one.

I like to say that the best pilsner tastes like a freshly opened can of tennis balls.

This is why I’ve always hated silent and/or nameless protagonists.

I don’t care.