ESPN wouldn’t cost $70 a month if they were marketing it directly to consumers. It’s just not feasible. Besides, you’re paying $70+ a month for awful service anyway. May as well stop lining the pockets of companies that screw you month in and month out.
Let me ask you something…have you ever actually ORDERED a Quesarito? Because if you have, you’d probably be a much happier, less bitter human being. A good Quesarito is better than mediocre sex.
You can FaceTime over cellular data depending on your carrier, but I think that Snapchat-to-Snapchat app-to-app, non-Skype Video Chat is gonna change the way we look at communication. It’s sick.
The Pickle Juice is the best thing I’ve ever heard. I tried marinating chicken cutlets in pickle juice in an attempt to recreate the recipe and came pretty damn close to nailing it.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a Movie Theater serve Alcohol.
If you’re talking about a Broadway/Live Theater, I’d rather mix my own alcohol in a water bottle than pay $11 for a tiny cup of booze. I’m not about that life.
If I can speak to my own defense here — It was at a bar, with 3 or 4 friends after a birthday party, I was watching my college basketball team get eliminated from the Final Four and I put it on my head in solidarity with my favorite player, who wears a sweatband around his head.
Learning I’ve lost your approval breaks my heart. I’ll never do it again.
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I just ate at a Kennedy’s Fried Chicken in Harlem and it was fucking glorious. Greasy, hot and I feel like I could fight a bear right now.
Though there was someone in there selling toothpaste straight out of a backpack. To the cashiers.
ESPN wouldn’t cost $70 a month if they were marketing it directly to consumers. It’s just not feasible. Besides, you’re paying $70+ a month for awful service anyway. May as well stop lining the pockets of companies that screw you month in and month out.
What kind of man are you, Knox? Half of one, that’s for true.
No real man would rank Carrie as anything other than the worst. And not having Samantha as #1 is the single-most insulting thing I’ve ever seen.
And don’t even get McMagistrate STARTED on “Legally Blonde: The Musical.” Singing is as frowned upon in a courtroom as public urination is.
Let me ask you something…have you ever actually ORDERED a Quesarito? Because if you have, you’d probably be a much happier, less bitter human being. A good Quesarito is better than mediocre sex.
Everything.
Good luck barking up that tree, man.
Ever tried using it in the bedroom? It makes everything more delicious.
And I mean everything.
You can FaceTime over cellular data depending on your carrier, but I think that Snapchat-to-Snapchat app-to-app, non-Skype Video Chat is gonna change the way we look at communication. It’s sick.
NANNER U COMPLETE ME.
Oh look. Another writer trying to pimp their own PGP columns in another column. How “meta” of you.
You make me sick.
Nice username, Mr. Sterling, but you’re not fooling anyone.
“Physically sever his penis with a bedazzled meat-cleaver and throw it into traffic” didn’t make the list?
“It’s like chummin’ for sharks, Vince. You throw enough blood and guts in the water, you’re bound to catch a great white.”
I’ve never been more attracted to you than right now.
I respect you for the L&B love, but Chicago Deep Dish is the Warren G. Harding of Pizzas.
Come at me, bro.
The Pickle Juice is the best thing I’ve ever heard. I tried marinating chicken cutlets in pickle juice in an attempt to recreate the recipe and came pretty damn close to nailing it.
Give it a try, it’s awesome.
Very few things can get me to Williamsburg, and a movie theater with drink specials isn’t one of them.
It’s easier to just smuggle beers into the theater in my neighborhood and just pretend I have giant testicles.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a Movie Theater serve Alcohol.
If you’re talking about a Broadway/Live Theater, I’d rather mix my own alcohol in a water bottle than pay $11 for a tiny cup of booze. I’m not about that life.
If I can speak to my own defense here — It was at a bar, with 3 or 4 friends after a birthday party, I was watching my college basketball team get eliminated from the Final Four and I put it on my head in solidarity with my favorite player, who wears a sweatband around his head.
Learning I’ve lost your approval breaks my heart. I’ll never do it again.