“Order #65, liver with fava beans! #65, your order is ready!”

Post-WWII building codes, and also most of SF being kinda shitty and undesirable relative to the Peninsula and the Valley until the ‘80s financial services boom, resulting in housing being cheap enough that a fast food joint could afford to buy up a couple of lots and knock down a house or two for a surface parking…

Oh my God that McDonald’s was epic.

Dammit, beaten by seven minutes.

Anyone who sees this dinger:

He’s buddies with one of the most successful real estate developers and casino operators in the world, too.

Laserdisc and Video CD, too

Derek Carr: "I would be more upset if I weren't so heavily sedated."

Everyone involved in this saga on both the Steelers and the Raiders feels like a character in a Christopher Guest movie.

all day all day

We know it wasn’t Kanye West. #fingersinthebootyassbitch

Same with most Mormons, but in the culturally/politically opposite direction. On everything except LGBTQ issues, the membership is well to the right of “the Brethren,” including issues like race, immigration, and abortion.

You know the answers to all of those questions full goddamn well. Brees plays coy because he’d lose all those pitchman gigs if it were known that he actually supports Focus on the Family’s agenda.

Oh, that’s “The Redoubt.” They trot out a couple token black wackjobs here and there, but 98% of the folks who live there who aren’t from the region originally are there because they’re “white separatists”: i.e., “Why can’t you let us start a whites-only country?”

If as many as 100 minutes of basketball have been played in every pair of BBB shoes sold cumulatively to someone who’s not a member of the Ball family or an employee thereof, I’ll eat a pair. Those shoes were targeted at hypebeasts, not people who actually play basketball.

There are a lot of old hippies who have become Trumpkins because they were always more interested in saying “fuck you” to respectability than in the whole peace and love thing.

We’re talking about “culturally Southern.”

Generally the line of demarcation is where the gas stations stop selling Moon Pies. Back in 2000 I saw them as far north as Champaign. I wouldn’t be surprised to see ‘em getting awfully close to I-80 at this point.

The Stars and Bars has been adopted by shitkickers from sea to shining sea as a middle finger raised to decency. I wouldn’t be surprised to see it flying from the beds of pickup trucks on US 2 and in the front yards of houses five miles from the Canadian border.

Don Draper was only 99% right: the universe is indifferent to almost everything, but it actively despises the Mets and their fans.