Took the sous chef at a place in Ohio way back in 96. Chef was also new, the line cooks were very bad and we were basically going in to fix the place. Like first day there, I take bowls of kosher salt and fresh ground pepper up to the stations on the hot line.

“I received an email from Harry Belafonte this morning.”

Toxic masculinity is going to kill us all.

Michael, I don’t know if these Monday Night Football essays get much traction among the people that need to read them most, but they’re very good and very powerful. 

This was awesome to read. I’m glad everything went your way Monique. I have been gotten the out of nowhere “how you doing” texts from a toxic past relationship before. I wish I had handled it as deftly as you had.

I have to assume kombucha is the ONLY drink they serve in hell.  

It’s a disaster down here. McCrory would announce things that fucked us all over with a smirk on his face. The 540 toll road stuff and his Duke energy dealings were just a blatant “Fuck you” to everyone in the state.

They know the direction they've taken the site.  They also know they'll be far from any violence if it actually happens.  

That's just voting for more progressive candidates.  I'm fine with that.  I just worry when the Splinter zealots start talking revolution.  Those grind people up and somehow it never manages to touch the ones shouting for said revolution. 

“We need a revolution.”

“Those blue lives matter American flags though? Absolutely.”

I don’t know about the lady who got hassled, but if I am within 15 feet of donuts, it’s not going to be more than 10 minutes before I am buying donuts. What kind of willpower does the store owner think this woman possessed?  Just let her get settled in first.  

Nope.  It’s all the same issue. 

I’m pretty sure you meant a “syphilitc, sun-downing clock”.

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That's a sad life.  And I'm a man that eats a large pizza by himself while crying a little.  

I don’t disagree with any of your points. The multiple number ones and special issues covered with different colors and amounts of foil still sting.

Those 90's kids still had to suffer through Rob Leifeld and foil embossed McFarlane.

I keep clicking that link waiting for the joke, but it appears this is real.  Jesus Christ, the corruption is rampant.

“I don’t look up at the ceilings in D.C.’s Union Station and imagine what it would it would be like to climb on the walls like Spider-Man (well, actually I still do but not as often).”