wouldn’t timber jockeys be a synonym for pine riders?

lexical issue, here. barbecue is food, not an event.

tim duncan would hit the links, but he finds golf a little too exciting.

vernon maxwell

umm, it’s a joke.

“cocktails” are so goddamn middle class. fuck “brooklyn-based bartenders.” come to the LES, where i’ll serve you what you want, or what mega corporations pay you millions to drink.

looks like he made the catch over fair territory, play concluded. once he plunged into foul territory, ball was dead.

because the gift baskets are nothing more than mythological horse shit, just like the stories about jeter having sex with women.

right, and one of the new millennial jobs is ridiculing ridicule of millennials on the internet.

old people think young people are fucking it all up. ya don’t say.

2015 rod had a 129 wrc+, led the team in homers. over-35 jeter wishes.

this is why i just swallow.

i haven’t been to chili’s in 15 years, but i still think about their mustard-honey-lime salad dressing. and that melty cheese.

the dallas cowboys and the golden state warriors, for example. the Times makes it sound like others will follow.

created by the redoubtable jack handey. kids need to learn their damn history.

those down-years yankee fan bona fides, though.

i assumed this was intentional.

you’re misrepresenting my position; we have a word for that.

man, i miss the spicy, vinegary mt. olive pickles of my childhood.