By the way, those plates bearing the “Live Free” motto are stamped by incarcerated state prisoners.

Huh. He doesn’t look Japanese.

OK, but if you remove the key, you’ll never again hit it by accident, and you can just push it with a pen when you actually want all caps.

The only thing more bougie than ironically enjoying an opiate-of-the-masses burger is complaining about how bougie it is to do so.

I had a vodka-soda in the can once.  Gets you buzzed fast, but it makes a mess. 

Thus why its funny they sell mainly as for people who commute on the freeway versus using for its native environment.

Excuse me while I savor the thought of Rubicon owners coming to terms with having a bargain-bin wheeler.

F1 and CAPS LOCK. They are less than useless; they actively make things worse. I pop them off every keyboard I get.

A few years ago I went out for my 39th birthday. (This was more than a FEW years ago, but still I was far too old for what came next.)

For food we had: Steak. Burgers. Bar-b-que. Pizza. Beer. Soda. Milkshakes. Mari-fucking-juana. A DJ. Ice cream cake.

Parliament, “Chocolate City”

“I haven’t felt normal in a long time. I don’t [remember] normal. I’m not saying that I feel bad. You think the way you feel is normal, and it’s not. I can be better than this. If I get to the goal that I set, I’ll be behind the plate.” 

I think Franklin got involved because he’s just really interested in orthopedics. He’s sort of an orthopedophile, if you will.  

I hear South Bend might be looking for a mayor.

Not afflicted with the small bone?  Nick Foles. 

Now, after his ALS diagnosis, he says he has no regrets.

This is the Monday morning content I crave.

This is not an Eyeopener:

This kind of fawning coverage should well serve to teach McGregor a lesson.  I’m sure we’ve seen the last of his violent outbursts now.