Really on Team Margera on this one.

Not gonna lie, it came up on predictive text as I was fumbling with it. Tipitina’s was definitely it, now that you mention it. Grand American city, everyone needs to go at least once. No need to go to Bourbon Street, either. Cheers.

My only brush with Michael Stipe was when he was a surprise back up singer for Patty Smith for a few songs at a venerated club on Tchoupitoulas during Jazz Fest 2010 in NOLA. Deepwater Horizon blew up on the Gulf Coast that week, and I learned that renting a bicycle is the best way for the able-bodied to get around in…

Relax. It will always be called the Charleston:

I’ve always known about it, but never thought to go there on any of the 6? trips to NYC we’ve taken. Fine ally I am! Next time for sure.

Zach Hample & The Hot Taeks, ladies and gentlemen.

I’ve been thinking about how to burn that flag where it flies: crazy glue a can of Stern-O to a mid-sized recreational drone, light it, and float it up there to hover under it. Have at, local protestors. And you’re welcome, America.

“That’s correct.” - Grand National Assembly of Turkey

Oh, I read it.

That's the stuff.

Nope. I am happy to take my lumps. A real lesson was learned here today, yessir.

Christ, what an idiot I am. RIP, indeed. (Commence well deserved dogpile)

Uh, RIP the wife I think. Fuck that guy.

His white half won't let him.

That kid should've been tagged and released and checked back on every 5 years.

I’m still waiting for nanobots, or a mechanical bird that picks the crud out like that one that does it for hippopotamii.

Give it a rest, oppressed white guy.

Reagan and Thatcher just rolled their eyes in Hell.

Foosball! It’s real!