Dennehy was nice to my grandmother when she was a waitress at a Hilton on St. Pete Beach when he and cast members made “Coccoon.” (All of the crew was equally as kind, she said, especially “sweet Ronnie Howard.”)

Something clumsy about it, that I can’t describe except for a notion that he wasn’t just about celebrating them, the greats of yore, he also wanted some of their reflected glory for himself.

Influences, perfessor. Not influencers.

FYI

And Nacho’s reaction to the purse clutch was equally perfect.

Punctuation can be fun.

Here you go.

Operator error.

It takes a couple of peanuts to adjust to the experience, then its just dang delicious!

Fuh yeah. If they’re cooked right.

Chavez Ravine metaphors unwelcome here.

Weed.

It’s like a Google Image game of “Marc Maron cousin, Gig Economist or Vape Expert.”

If you don’t start a @BeardedIndignation Twitter feed, I will.

There’s real, zippy razzmatazz with pizzazz in that response.

Being offended by the Sunday morning beer opinions of a guy who made his bones on Hot Pocket jokes and his lack of pigmentation is even more pointless than making shitty, precious, over-hopped beer aimed at the smallest of human palates.

Following your logic, crucifixion and sacrificing for the sake of humanity = okay. Gluten = not okay.

If you’re going to the altar to accept the consecrated body and blood of Jesus Christ while being picky about flavor or dietary content, you’re sort of missing the point. You’ve got at least a decade in Purgatory awaiting you.