Here is what I learned: “The Fortress” Bear-proof garbage can is cool enough to make you want to buy a bear. Fallon is better than Carson. It hurts to say it and sounds sinful, but it doesn’t make it less true. Stepping on a 10 gauge extension cord in bare feet hurts so bad it will make you sweat. Throwing out my last pair of cargo shorts left an open, emotional wound. Hearing an opinionated female being referred to as a, “steam donkey” makes me happy for hours. Callery pear trees should all be cut down and their seeds destroyed. Journalism in the US has only three components - immediate, irrelevant, or thoughtless. And you must chose two.
I like the paper copy better also, but it will be gone soon. Even with the substandard reporting (and writing) of the Enquirer, I'll probably pay for an online subscription. They are the only game in town and the price is minimal.
That Jesuit pool at Keating is cold, damn cold. I swam there. It was only my Catholic skin that saved me in enemy territory. This may be a question for the ACLU. Call Scott Greenwood from the ACLU, he is still on the board.
I'm in. I'm bringing Yuengling with a crushed candy-cane mixer. If this bans me from attending, please let me know. If Kovu wants to "save" me with a fancy beer that will finish last as well, I will pay him for the effort.
But until the Commish bans me - Yuenglish Crushed Candy Cane Panther - is my entry.
Come on Dazed, really? I was instructed to hit them in the nose as hard as possible. You don't go for the jewels unless you are really getting your ass kicked. That said, this kid is still getting hosed.