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I still need to try that.  I’ve heard good things, but every time I get within two blocks of a McDonald’s, the smell just turns me off.

I got a BA in the design discipline, and have long held that the hyper-modernism of the 70s deserves a resurgence.  Then again, I never got a job in the design industry, so maybe my taste is trash.

Wrong continent, sadly, but now you have me curious...

I still hold the Whopper up as the MVP of the burger.  (Minimum Viable Product, I should clarify).  If a burger is not as good as a Whopper, I don’t need to bother with it.  Controversially, I count 5 Guys as sub-Whopper.  McDonald’s?  Hell no.  Culver’s, maybe...

I will once again say, starchy potato peels go in the trash.  Every time I’ve put them in the disposer, bad things happened downstream.

You obviously did such a great job rattle canning it we can’t see it in any of the photos.

This looks like a Tullycraft album cover if ever I’ve seen one.

This looks like a Tullycraft album cover if ever I’ve seen one.

God, I love that movie.  It just tickles the nine year old inner me.  I still don’t think I’ll ever come up with a better joke than “I know a little German... he’s sitting over there!”

“The Human Fund. Money, for People.”

My intended spirit is whisky.

Mel Torme can’t even show up, so I fail to see the point.

Seriously.  Although the trend these days is to make the same hazy IPA every week with a different name and maybe slightly tweaked hop bills, so maybe that’s how they get to 112 different beers.

Red, Orange, or GTFO is my Gatorade preference list.

I always really feel bad for the staff.  Additional spiel, additional fake smiles and acting all holly jolly at the extra work, then having to keep track of transactions, or if someone wants to donate a big bulk amount of money to take care of a few cars... it sounds awful.  Then again, I’m a joyless, soulless wretch

Once again, I doubted my "don't Google that" instinct at my own peril.

Oh, man. I once was in Des Moines on a beer trip and the motel was near a Hardee's. I was dead set on a Hardee's burger at the end of the night, but apparently fast food closes early on Saturday in Des Moines, so I had to settle for Casey's pizza. I've never tasted such disappointment in my life. It was a rough night,

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The only better name I've found for a c-store is Pump & Munch.

I don’t drive fun cars. I was most scared in a used 16v Scirocco when I was shopping for a used car at age 19 (back in the late 90s). My history of cars up till then was a ‘74 Beetle, a Mazda 323, and an Oldsmobile Delta 88. Something that actually moved and poured through all the gears as quickly as that car did made