We moved a few months ago, definitely are not fully unpacked, and my wife is talking about going to Pier 1 Imports, which is code for:

I know someone who’s looking for a gig:

I know. Have family in Lousiana and have attended a few crawfish boils and find them to be damn tasty. Still, seems pretty harsh.

Ahhhh, the truth comes out. Kevin, in addition to dishonoring his family by frying butter, is a shill for Big Crab.

It’s like a pitcher leaving a slider hanging over the plate too long, or leaving a bottle of Johnny Walker sitting on a bench outside of the community center where the AA meetings are held.

I think it’s the context.

I mean, read the OP’s comment. This seems like a case of ...

What? Never Trust Beets?

First jobs are always memorable.

People who I would want being the public face of a movement to get the referees to be less vindictive:

An 85 year old birther running for Senate in 2018 in a state Trump only won by 4%?

I think there are a lot of complications there that make such a simplistic sweeping solution impossible.

No, see, if I was being dismissive, I would dismiss your comment, like I’m going to do with this one. You’re a fucking disingenuous troll. Goodbye.

So meta, as really, you can interpret that as one of the core themes of the movie.

Yeah, okay.

Movies are huge investments for these studios. Letting that investment go completely kersplat because you want to negotiate a hard line against an actor like Wahlberg over a fee they are hoping would represent less than 1% of the box office that he asks for on a reshoot would be an insanely stupid decision.

White women have it better, no doubt, but these statistics present pretty overwhelming evidence that they still have nothing even remotely approaching parity.

Some parents never care how much of a monster they’ve raised.

Naw, it’s fine.