Yes.

I find the tone and wording of your post a little shady myself, like maybe you’re on the job, and your job is to whisper things in elevators. Ya got no comment Hx whatsoever. Shenanigans? Something about the way you use the word ‘liberal’. I smell a rat.

Shelly’s nephew.

Get serious:

http://time.com/2888403/u-s-he…

He used a can of lighter fluid at Monterey Pop, but not as a slide. He set his guitar on fire.

Worst job I ever had was working for the revenue department at tax time, in the big windowless basement of the state revenue building, opening mailed-in tax returns and straight-pinning 1040s to their respective tax forms. It was a seasonal minimum-wage part-time job that ended in early May. By then a lot of people…

I ordered a cheeseburger at a local Chili’s a while back (I k-n-o-w...), and when I told the waitress I’d like to substitute broccoli for the french fries, she gave me an exasperated look and said, “It comes with fries.”

I just want the coffee to be ready when I get there. I don’t want to have to talk about it, answer questions, learn Italian, tell you my name, and wait for it. Can I just have a decent cup of coffee to go, now? Why is that so hard anymore?

Down on the farm we call that Transcendence of Parody.

It depends on how you drive. Does it take you 8 seconds to get away from the stoplight? Do you go exactly the speed limit in the passing lane? Did you park right on top of the white line of the parking space so I couldn’t even open my driver-side door at Lowe’s last week?

Last decade.