I think I get it, especially the part where kindness just makes you a sucker.

Why not both?

Miami is one those stadiums you watch on television and it just never feels right.

I know his scene is perhaps 30 seconds, but I keep replaying him as the head of the DNC in the final season of The West Wing. He just complains to Bartlet about everyone acting like children. I came to this interview for that.

Can KC just hire Wade Phillips for a year as the defensive coordinator?

My 13 year old son is learning gaming programming on GameMaker (humblebrag) but hit the Insert key by accident. It was an old keyboard (many newer USB no longer seem to include it) and he freaked when every stroke erased his work.

Culinary: Apples. For a while, anyone who wanted to be daring put apples in something it had no business being in. Apples do not belong in a stirfry.

Black people can absolutely be prejudiced, as evidenced by my aversion to Kentucky Fried Chicken and ugly feet. But what we don’t have the power to be, is racist.

Male here: Women who wear nail polish. Gives me the heebie-jeebies. Long nails, etc. I can’t get past it.

I do this (and was recently diagnosed with OCD, so your obsessive theory holds true! (but I’m not a controlling asshole; my wife confirms it!)).

I appreciate that the catcher is one of those cycle troopers.

Because they can’t hit their target? (that’s funny)

Don’t revisit your memories. The memory of the character is classic.

That can be addressed somewhat by them watching video, and by Murray learning where zebras view the line between a clean clap and an illegal one.

NASCAR, like the GOP, is trying SO HARD to hold on to the image they have of themselves against all available data. The number of Christian Confederate flag waving homophobic males are loud, but shrinking. And, they turn everyone else off.

I mispoke (miswrite?). No one but Obama or Hillary....

How about Reggie Jackson?  He’s the straw that stirs the drink.

Yeah, but made with a purculator.  You have to have that kind-a boiled flavor in my parents’ house.

Yeah, that’s what I thought: Phones = sound.

I have not heard “Garbage in, Gospel out”. Perfect.