More importantly, Double Dragon was the shit. I loved that game, and I'd drive 8 or so miles away from work after I finished at night just to play a few games at the machine I found in a 24 hour Circle K

My MIL lived in West Dundee. I'm familiar with your stomping grounds. Small world.

Nothing scary to add, but this stream is literally the highlight of the year for me.

I work festival security. Responded to a report of an assault of a patron by a vender. Followed our protocol then called the police to come and follow up with, you know, actual police work. Says police: "Since you have a report, there's nothing I really need to do." You mean nothing to do like your actual fucking job?…

I feel you. I'm a former athlete. Wrestled from kindergarten through high school. I've run a couple of marathons. I was coaching my daughter in soccer practice at the tender young age of 44. A pass was delivered a step behind me, and I tried to stop, plant, and corral the ball with my left foot, and I went down in a…

Any cool stories to share?

Those fucking chairs. . . 

One can hope 

Nope, not according to the dude upthread who says it may as well have been a leg of lamb 

Or, in this case, murderer

No argument here 

That's the thing: they can't be reasoned with, and no middle ground exists.  My wife, the eternal optimist, strives for the middle ground, and we've had some spirited arguments recently because I don't see a middle ground with all of their horseshit 

A rocket ship to the sun would work, too

The caption for the photo depicting 1-26 from Charlotte to Columbia is incorrect. I-77 is the highway from Charlotte to Columbia.

I worked security for her show in Milwaukee on Memorial Day weekend, and I loved every minute of it. 

Totally shocked 

My favorite part of this piece: He . . . expressed frustration that “she wanted something else for her life.”

Noy going to lie. . .  I cracked up when she was pulling snow back on her sidewalk. How fucking ridiculous can a person be?

All this, and, if his company is led by decent people, they should do him a solid just for having to deal with this shit. I realize that the company doesn’t know what kind of customers are calling, but I’d throw a  bonus in his paycheck as a way to apologize for his ordeal 

If there were a spare missile lying around that we could launch at Marge, I'd feel pretty good about life