Air-fried calamari? Oh hell to the yes.
Air-fried calamari? Oh hell to the yes.
Air-fried frozen hash browns are a joy forever. It’s like having a drive-thru in your mouth.
Meesa hated Tar Tar Binks.
Reading this headline hurt my pancreas.
New question for The Takeout: Is a hot dog a reverse sandwich?
That’s not icing.
URINATIN
Wonderful, quotable flick. Original and actually funny.
Plemons looks like Sean Penn and John C. Reilly had a kid.
There’s a barbecue joint in town wedged in the armpit of a strip mall between a rent-to-own furniture store and a post office. The line often is out the door at lunch. When you get inside, there are high walls with higher glass. The grumpy-faced guy fiercely chopping pork with two worn-handled cleavers like a John…
Is this where I admit to being too old to have had Happy Meal toys but old enough to understand their nuclear-like power to control toddler behavior and parental purchasing powers?
Saw him in a lobby at a local TV station, waiting to go on to promote his standup act that week.
Same.
Sounds like a job for...
Only recently have I been able to watch his old shows. For too long, it has been unspeakably, dreadfully sorrowful to do so, thinking of his daughter his friends and all that was lost in this good, haunted soul.
Anyone for a sweet treat of norovirus?
Sous vide is a joy forever.
I’d like to go on record that while I could get down with the Shrimp Wiggle, I’m adamantly opposed to the Shrimp Wobble and there ain’t no way my mouth is accepting a Shrimp Dangle.
“Showed His Ass”
Dangerously close.