I guess everyone has their vices, even small ones. I loved doing metric centuries on the bike around the area (great park system), coming home and having a cold beer. It was, like, the best tasting beer, especially if it was a hot day.

I had some cycling acquaintances who, I swear to the gods, actually said they loved cycling because they could smoke more cigarettes. They did a lot of messenger work. I guess they gave zero, you know what’s. Cycling is a weird sport.

I’m talking about what you’re spewing. Totally unnecessary.

Such bile.

I should have specified purified bottled water, sorry for any misunderstanding.

Heck, I get a break from reality by watching a White House press briefing. But, I’m going to check some of these out. (as an old Art Bell fan)

Some of the so-called “purified” water has a distinct chlorine smell to it, which I don’t particularly care for. I know it’s safe, but it smells like pool water.

It’s too bad. Back in the day, I turned a ton of people on to Gizmodo. Now I can’t even post a comment there. One day I woke up in the greys a few years ago and been there ever since. Never did a thing. I legitimately got tossed from Jalopnik, I was bad and admit it. Oh, well. None of the other sites though. It seemed…

Like I said, I’ve been coming to the site since 2009 in my present form, I’ve noticed the big difference. Comment quality is piss poor along with interaction. There are a couple blogs here, which I won’t mention, that have a lot of commenting, but it’s more echo chamber than real commenting. It used to be a lot of fun…

That’s true. They really need to open things up. 

This dude abides.

Oh, it’s not a bad thing. Kinda fun to watch, actually. I’ve had cats and dogs at the same time. When they start racing around, it’s best just to stop, sit back and laugh your butt off. One time the two dogs were play wrestling in the living room (they were sisters), the cat came shooting out of the kitchen, leapt in…

I would say this, for an adult beginner. You’re going to fall. All it takes is that one fall that fucks you up and you’ll be setback for a long time. Get some pads. Knees, elbows, hands. Get a helmet. A good helmet. Get a hockey helmet. And while you’re at it, get a pair of hockey pants with a tailbone protector. Now,…

Here’s a few...

This is why “ dogs rule”.

Now, explain cats and their wall hugging night crazies.

I’m waiting on my Moderna.

It’s the twenty-first century. Just ask.

I could never be part of a conspiracy that would have me as a member.

They’re not all theories.