Double. Buy double. Solves problems while causing them.

Solid list. It’s like a Hurricane Preparedness Kit for social situations.

While we’re resurrecting the classics, would it fucking kill somebody to make a great, fresh, made from scratch fruit cocktail? With a little cottage cheese on the side, per favor.

Oh, and that GIF? The guy in brown is Shelton Quarles, former Bucs linebacker from the glory days and, by all accounts, paragon of NFL virture as he played next to Hall of Famer Derrick Brooks. He unsuccessfully tries to stop Jaboowins from running on the field. That means the Bucs HAVE A BODY MAN TO KEEP HIM FROM…

Also, lots and lots of shots from above. As in surveilance. Or, you know, God watching.

Tampa has come on strong. Doesn’t hurt that they have a Cuban place in the Southwest terminal named Cafe con Leche Ybor City that, in addition to Tampa-roasted coffees and Cuban sandwiches, makes fresh, fried Spanish churros with chocolate dipping sauce.

All playoffs, you see Tampa Bay Lightning banners hanging from all the skyscrapers, parking garages, every large building in Tampa. I have never seen a Bucs banner hanging from anything that wasn’t actually an ad for Budweiser. Nobody is proud to be associated with the Buccaneers.

I have a finger you can use. Scan this!

If they make a weed-themed remake of “Space Jam,” Kyrie has to fill the Jordan role. Guy’s got Jim Breuer’s all-natural, half-baked look down cold.

I live to serve.

Bocuse last year. Bourdain this year. Robuchon now.

Taco Bell Menu Items I Would Drive 99 MPH For:

Actually, the bakery’s real name is Prince.

Women can’t buy “loud” chips?

I aim to please.

Dude, looks like a lady.

They were delicious.

Today I awoke, left my bed and wondered what mysteries of the universe would unfold before me. It’s not even 10 a.m. and I have been blessed with the vision of clown sausage for the first time in my life. THE DAY AHEAD CAN ONLY BE FULL OF STARS AND MIRACLES.

I produced a line of Carribean-flavored kettle chips with a chef friend a few years back. Jerk Chicken. Picante Salsa. Lime Pepper. Rum BBQ. That sort of thing. Had a little success for about a year, which was nice. But, by god, we came to realize that the kettle chips, while satisfyingly crunchy, were like chewing on…

Fried bologna is a joy forever. Throw some bacon, mayo and cole slaw in there for a little saltiness and crunch between two Sleep Number-soft pillows of white bread and you got yourself the King of White Trash Sammiches.