thewestcoastpartdeux
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thewestcoastpartdeux

Dirty Sanchez tat.

I’m itching to comment here, but I just can’t come up with anything witty.

At this point doesn’t someone have to point out the real injury is here to the general internet community for a portrait cellphone video?

You’re suggesting Chris Brown makes bad decisions?

Here’s the problem. News is commercialized. It shouldn’t be.

I fantasize about a couch when I’m jammed in economy next to a large sweaty IT engineer with the inevitable goatee beard sat next to me.

I was fortunate to spend some time with Marc Gene in a work capacity many years ago at the USGP when he was the Williams test driver. A more down to earth, pleasant and professional driver you could not hope to meet - an all round great guy who treated everyone with respect and decency.

Yeah, you need a cold damp towel and a dark room.

He did, however, mention the Marine Core.

Yes. Much of the damage that Trump’s done since he stumbled into the presidency is going to seem trivial when the rubber finally meets the road in the upcoming months.

I once thought Balloon Boy was the nadir of American life.

This is great.

It’s an Alien Ant Farm? I thought this had something to do with Blink 182?

Wait....Tom Delong? Blink 182? Joe Rogan? What?

I would have no idea what you are talking about were it not for the fact I stayed at a hotel at the same time as a Brony conference and....

I’d make out with the dude if my alternative was watching other people play video games.

Nuclear weapons don’t kill people, people kill people, so Kim Jong Un can build as many as he wants, right?

I’m a little surprised by this. I always thought Bode Miller will the ultimate sports-douche but then heard him on the Lance Armstrong podcast and was surprised how erudite he was. I guess that was a blip.

This same colleague also enjoys “with that being said” and calling everything “little”.

Different company but I recently had a conversion with my mom who referred to her cousin’s “Alexus” repeatedly, apparently ignoring my increasingly loud interjections of “LEXUS”.