While I’m not a huge fan of use of the word motherfucker in a public, I’ll take that over the goddamn viagra and cialis TV commercials. Don’t get me wrong, I like me some kinky four-hours-and-call-a-doctor bangapalooza freakiness, but I really don’t need to have explain it to my 9-year-old daughter. Pfuck you…

tl/dr: Ah, fuck, I dunno. If you care, read the damn post.

Oh. So good. +1 campaign alternative truth.

“You’re absolutely correct, Colin. The quality of Thursday games has been very good. I’m glad you agree with me on that point.

This, seven days a week and twice on Sunday. I haven’t done the saltines/chili tango in years, but oh lord, it is a heavenly combination. The ratio was important. You didn’t want to go too heavy on the saltines; too dry. But you needed enough to taste that saltiney goodness. It was a delicate balance.

I don’t know why, but I cannot stop laughing at that. Probably because I’m an easily amused idiot, but still.

My younger daughter is 9, and is kind of a budding badass. (Don’t get me wrong, she’s very sweet. But the boys in her class know not to mess with her.)