Just a road rage juicing waiting to happen.

How do you know when the turkey is ready?

You say, “Goodbye.” I say, “’Melo.”

Is this where we talk about how we went to see a movie in Anchorage in December 1991 when it wasn’t snowing and came out of the movie to 14 inches of snow and had to drive across town on black ice?

Just once, I’d like to see an NBA beef publicly explained like Tonto, Tarzan and Frankenstein.

That’s like saying you couldn’t roll the condom.

If it plays “Shawshank” nightly, lights my cigars and adds a variable vibration function, I’m seriously considering a domestic partnership.

Sorry. I went all Rude Negro on that one.

I’d make some fried chicken vodka, but Pang would just try to duplicate it without asking directions and then say it didn’t work.

It certainly speaks to the chocolate.

Mildly related: In the office where I worked, layoffs and forced retirements were rampant.

Related: I always thought it the height of professional respect when a farewell office sheet cake leaves your name for you to take home.

To cook for yourself is to be human. Simple as that. 

I have a portal for Facebook to check.

BOATS & HOES!

I was alive for Live Aid. The thing to understand is that this was a global concert. There was no bigger stage - ever.

Did you really think Baby Borg would dig up the dusty-ass VHS...

You forgot the fact Pelosi squandered two years of a majority during the Obama first term. Even when they have control with the wind at their backs, the have no idea what to do with that advantage. God knows they have no idea how to resist anything other than a new idea.

Sad related: The mother of the green bean casserole, Dorcas Reilly, died last month.

A month later, the St. Louis idled up the Florida coast with 900 refugees, only to be turned away