
Ahem...
Ahem...
“For an extra extra $5 we’ll throw in this kitchen torch so you can toast the bread-crumb topping at your own table. It’s like Korean BBQ! What could go wrong??”
To Gen Z: Oh you sweet summer children.
One of my strongest memories from a childhood spent in the early 80s was regularly finding bone bits in Wendy’s burgers.
Sorry, no ears to lend - they were put in the seasoned ground beef already.
Zach Brown Banned
Big game hunting with the Trump boys and the Jimmy Johns douche canoe
There’s a lovely, succinct, and poignant haiku hiding in this blog:
Meetings at work would be so much more efficient if everyone had to remove a mouth guard before offering their two cents.
Given the long and acrimonious relationship between Grubhub and restaurants, we’re not expecting conflict over the proposed ruling to be resolved any time soon.
Sometime after that Big 10 cosplay...
By rumor/reputation only, thankfully.
Here we see God’s approach to the Braves last night.
It appears God/Fate/The Universe is taking a Keyser Soze approach with the Braves, and even going after guys who played for them in recent seasons, like poor Suzuki here.*
To paraphrase Airplane: Looks like I picked the wrong presidency to quit drinking.
I turned it on 30 minutes after the first pitch, had the same reaction, saw the score, snorted audibly because I want to be a Braves fan again but hate the chop & the name & the move to Cobb County, and then waited for the Deadspin blogs to roll in. And now here we are!
Probably ate too many chili dogs from The Varsity...
Playoffs? Stanley Cup?? That’s Canada’s problem now, eh?
I think all the conservative Christians who white-flighted to Cobb back in the 50s and 60s saw their team get smote by God (again) tonight.