.

Wait, what was the middle part again?

Hot dogs should only be hot dogs, and sandwiches should only be sandwiches.

In the...80s...I would nuke pepperoni pizza Hot Pockets for an extra two or three minutes, so the ends got chewy crispy, and wolf them down with orange juice. Preferably while they were still so hot the juice made ‘em sizzle in my mouth.

Had my first heart attack at 21, then two stents, then a bypass at 36.

I’m dead now.

BATMAN

You don’t camp much, do you.

“It’s...it’s okay, Clark. I wear Underoos sometimes, too. Batman, usually. And not at the office. But...I get it. You’re not alone.” 

Cancel culture is totalitarian.

Maybe, but their i-series EVs look like they should be zipping through the background in 20-year old sci-fi movies made about the near future.

Just...stop.

Just...stop.

Here Class A motorhomes often share bodies with big coach buses.

I like that - have you written the chorus yet?

Zima was great with a jigger of gin in it.

I ended up shin-deep in the mud off Hallett’s Cove Beach in Queens, yelling at the East River as the sun came up. On a Monday.

Did I say great? I meant “stupefyingly horrible.” Typo, sorry.

Because now that Bourdain’s dead there’s room for a traveling chef guy who doesn’t actually cook all that much, and Ramsay is all over that.

Reading is hard.

The internet.

Every so often do the sudden violent HAHAHAHAHAA. Then just stare at them.

It is invigorating.

WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD.

I got so many fucking guns, I’m Keanu right here.