Athletic shit is the worst. I’m 6'3", but I have the wingspan and inseam of somebody who is 6'6" (I’m basically a human daddy-long-legs). I can find normal pants to fit me from Big&Tall, shirts can be tailored to get rid of the big waist I don’t have, but fuck if I can find some track pants or cold weather gear that…

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I hear the French don’t get enough Vitamin R as it is.  

Boy do I have a product for you:

Easiest way to ruin a workout right there!

Wow. I hope I never work in the same place as you.

You put the “Rand” in RandomHookup daddy-o.  

Counter-argument: Those clothes are not being forced on the wearers, they are a choice, not a characteristic. Result: Bill dropped on the floor.

Sinclair is the devil. I have a bunch of friends that work for them, a couple of which had to read that fucking crap on air.

I agree with you that that would occur, or isn’t likely to in this case. The stores are trying to avoid a lawsuit in this sue happy country (another issue for another time).  But there is a difference between trying to stop somebody stealing meat and seafood from an insured grocery and trying to stop somebody from…

This should have more stars.

JFC if you think that the only thing left when not going through life as a push-over is being some kind of tough-guy, you’re worse off than I thought.

It’s the advice of a coward.

Every single story like this there is one of you.  It must be scary going through life worrying that everybody has a gun. Really putting all your eggs in that “the meek shall inherit the earth” basket?

Based on your “suggestions,” now I want to see a movie ABOUT remaking the Princess Bride in the vein of that TV movie Elwes did “The Pentagon Wars.”

My best friend in high school only ate Frosted Flakes for all meals. Fucker could bench 315 at 16 years old and 145lbs bodyweight so of course I tried the damn Flakes only diet and got nothing but sick.

I like to think about it as if the universe has deigned to put the dickhead and the person/people who like to fuck with dickheads onto a collision course with each other.

Depending on where you are, some grocery stores can sell six and 12 packs now.  Larger Giant Eagles in Pittsburgh are like this.  

Excuse me, but I happen to known plenty of good folks from the tiny hamlet of Hunge, Sweden. There is nothing wrong with being Hungean.  

Somebody who knows that “No.” is a complete sentence, high five. I would’ve loved to have seen ole boy’s face.