If you do find yourself in New Orleans, the Carousel Bar is a fine spot for a Sazerac. The actual carousel motion of the Carousel Bar made me slightly sick to the old stomach.

That mid 30s run when you start seeing people in your college social circle have professional success (or just doing things that adults do) and you’re like “who would vote for/pay that guy to do anything” or “yeah, you’re definitely a community leader, dude who would make giant pitchers of pink margaritas and hurl…

In this situation, fuck you, your sister, your devil, and it’s advocate. If you’re that much of a wuss, please go do something else for a living.

We had a miscarriage and a D&C over the summer. The wife got pregnant again, and because we’re worriers by nature and researchers by trade we were encouraged by the OB to get the Maternity21 genetic test. Between doing the test and getting the results we found out that our OB wouldn’t do an abortion due to fatal fetal…

Did Howard get ahold of your Kinja login today?

Hotels was the most 80s, most awesome game ever. We similarly flipped over the Boomerang.

The government(s) definitely have a cure for cancer. It’s better for population control that it’s not available.

Pabst and lime tastes better than Corona and lime, and it’ll save you a buck a bottle.

This is like an incredibly unannoying primer for Value This...which might be the worst show on NPR.

“But I have never spent a lot of time worrying about the future.”

Posting to remind everyone that SE Cupp is THE WORST.

My little brother has a pair, so yes.

I am really excited about that exhibit at Sam Noble. Totally justified randomly buying a memebership to the museum this summer.

SLAY QUEEN!!! / x 90

You don’t care about this man’s story?

Hey, that MRAP was a donation from the United States Army! It didn’t cost us anything.

How is he not already at Eton? The empire is crumbling, I say.

Now that is how you wear a double breasted suit. All jaunty and shit.

A montessori? He’s not already at Eton? What will that stewardess do next?

That’s what socialism buys you. Bad audio feeds. And, you know, gloriously unprofitable productions of literature and not the seventh Avengers movie.