Great interview/article! However...

And I shall vicariously enjoy those delicious drinks through you my good sir, as I am now of the sober persuasion. Minus the sour for me, of course. To our health!

I would come out of retirement for a customer like you.

When I was stationed at the Marine barracks in DC in the early 80's I had to go to the Navy Yard for a dental appointment. Afterwards I went to the CPO club to grab lunch and they had frikken Go-Go girls dancing in there at lunch in the middle of the week.

Strippers and sailors go together like chocolate and peanut butter, like wine and cheese, like bananas and peanut butter, like fire and ice, like peanut butter and jelly, like ships and water, all the other things that go with peanut butter. Suffice it to say that any Navy base is surrounded by strip joints and broke…

my stripper post brings all the sailors to the yard, I see

All I can think was that the first time I went to a strip club as a broke-ass 18 year-old who had no idea what the fuck they were getting into, I at least brought 50 bucks.

When Bill Bellichick heard the news of this report earlier tonight, he promptly fired the team's equipment manager for failing to do his fucking job right by not under-inflating that 12th goddamned football.

...Marion Barry?

I don't understand all this talk about throwing people under the bus. If you've ever seen RG3 play, you know he'd bounce them about 10 feet in front of the bus.

If you don't like the movie Stuck on You, you have no soul.

This is the saddest similar story I've ever read:

Is that the one at Typhoon Lagoon? I went on that in 1991. I remember lying flat at the top of the ride, the attendant pushing me off to get things started, and coming off of the slide and freefalling for several seconds before the slide's slope brought me back into contact. I learned then how I would face death:…