This Silverado stalling was just the decorative toothpick in this turd sandwich of a week in the Motor City.

West Tampa Sandwich Shop is a national treasure. Beyond the sandwiches and Spanish bean soup, each wall is adorned with a hierarchy of faces: Big wigs along the ceiling and snapshots of friends and family smothering the space from the table top up.

Yo.

+1 callback

You can see his hair from Google Earth.

As someone who has been the largest adult in almost every room, photo, car, elevator or airplane I’ve ever been in, leave Knickers the hell alone.

I like my grilled cheese with Scottish earwigs:

So as the years passed, the story of the short signal-caller who conquered insurmountable odds...

No one ever talks about Neat and Tidy Joe.

This finally explains why my ear is greasy.

The Michelle Obama Musiaqualogy?

This year is IP Thanksgiving. I have three at my disposal.

This year is IP Thanksgiving. I have three at my disposal.

New Year’s Eve Math:

Came here for this. Zero 7 is the shit.

All I know is: do NOT order the fish tacos. Every fucking bar in the world now has fish tacos on the menu, and they’re ALL terrible. For five seconds I’m like, “Ooooh! Fish tacos!” before remembering that I’m in Iowa City.

I wish someone would go back, download all the audio drops from MNF in the ‘70s and early 1980s and then attach them to the correct plays from last night.

He was the best boy. Thank you.

We said goodbye to our sweet boy Abraham this morning. Which makes me especially glad to see this post and incredibly happysad to share this video of him gently, patiently and relentlessly attacking a solitary strand of spaghetti to “Flight of the Valkyries.”

I remember seeing “Watchmen” previews before “The Dark Knight.”

In the perfect Coen Brothers scenario, these three meet via time travel for a road movie that eventually empties them out inside a Wes Anderson movie.