No shit. Buy some chicken, tear off some pieces, and stuff it in one of their glorious biscuits. Maybe spread a little mashed and gravy on top. Perfectly cromulent sandwich alternative.

Living in oregon, getting ready to leave, i want to go to the bar today and troll the shit out of all the stupid ducks fans. They’re like seahawks fans only withour the championship.

When reached for comment, Minister of Fried Nutrition Viktor Chechfilaynavkov denied knowledge, but offered Lipitor to local villagers who may have consumed the supply.

Tell. Me. About. It.

It’s the same at WSU. The Carson School of Business is no joke, and I’m sure my Dad wished my major had been business, but I double-majored in European literature and drinking while I was there.

2 specials and a fry are all I need.

I maintain that there are designers at Nike who saw that no matter what they chose or presented, they got out-voted by others whose talents did NOT lie in knowing decent uniform trends. So the design team got together and purposely created the most awful, ugly and silly uniforms for each NFL team, just to see the…

Just like Portland (both of them), the sticks outside Seattle are inhabited by the type of “libertarian”, irreligious assholes who are two hits of meth away from the second coming of Ruby Ridge.

I only know Seattle as the team that trades off-years with the Oregon Ducks with godawful green jerseys designed by color-blind Nike “experts” to see which team blinds the whole nation first.

Refusing a free shot of whiskey is the LEAST Irish thing ever.

Our graphics department truly rules.

Anyon else collect the ring-tabs, link ‘em together in chains and either 1) use them as jewelry or 2) use them as Ghost Rider chain whips on their little brother.

Why aren’t we just calling it by what a Catsup/Mayo should be called.

I have absolutely nothing nice to say about Atlanta, and that includes its airport. The only reason I would ever go there on purpose would be if TNT hired me to fill in for Ernie Johnson on Inside the NBA or something.

This is one of the first movies my wife and I bonded over, so it comprises a significant portion of our shared reference genome. Aside from the delightfully batshit “I LOST MY HAND I LOST MY BRIDE!” monologue, which I’m pretty sure we both can perform by memory, there’s:

Their McChicken is also quite tasty. 

Hannah is dumb as a pet rock

I brought her a bag of Lay’s potato chips

Then I told her a Lie and said I thought she was pretty

She said I was Lain (she has a lisp, she meant to say “lame”)

But....I got Laid anyway

Back in 2004, when blogs were still a thing that people did, I had a blog. One night I wrote a long-ish entry on why I thought Rodney Dangerfield was the only modern comedian on par with Chaplin and Keaton. When I finished writing it, for the hell of it I went to Rodney’s web site and sent him a link to the post. (To…

Sorcerer
I still need to see Wages of Fear but Sorcerer is fucking great. None of the characters are good people and I love how the movie takes its sweet time setting up why they need to take this insane job. You're right about the griminess of the movie, everyone is wet and miserable and it makes the tension worse —…