I’ve always had a car, so going buckwild at the grocery has never been an issue for me. But I would be lying if I said I hadn’t once demurred on the prospect of a move to where I wouldn’t have easy car access, with the food situation being at the top of my concerns. The anxiety is very much real.
I had no idea there were so many oil diffusers in this world, nor did I know how disinterested in them I was until I couldn’t scroll a full screen without seeing another. Thank you, Prime Day!
I laughed, I cried, I reevaluated my life and elected to change nothing at all. I fancy the garage beer flag myself: “To hell with your mountains, show me your Busch!” The family really appreciates it when they visit.
Amen. I’ve come in on the weekend with nobody here a couple times and rocked shorts, boat shoes, and a tee, and absolutely reveled in sitting in the same spot I find myself for thousands of hours over the course of the year, except actually comfortable for once.
Last fall, a buddy forgot to bring his generator for a big tailgate. No tunes. Disaster. In stepped my childhood boombox, the aforementioned D-cells, and the ole tape deck auxiliary cord. The bangers flowed like wine. Thank you, old friend.
Spotted a 6’ers of Cactus Lime and Zima on the same shelf, in the wild, Saturday. It felt as if a crease in time opened and ancient wisdoms seeped through.
Karlsson is absolutely incredible. Dripping with talent, team player, and by all accounts a fun, goofy, laid-back guy. The league needs to wake up and market the shit out of him ASAP. You just can’t dislike the guy!
The NHL postseason trumps every other sport; it’s absolutely electric. Look at the Eastern Conference Finals this year. Pittsburgh won a double OT Game 7 over an Ottawa team that nobody gave a glimmer of hope to. Multiple generational talents on the ice at once in Crosby, Malkin, and Karlsson – who in particular was an utter maestro, logging more minutes than anyone, scoring 19 points in 18 games over the playoffs, as a defenseman, with multiple stress fractures and torn tendons in his foot. Hockey is insane and amazing.
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I’ve always had a car, so going buckwild at the grocery has never been an issue for me. But I would be lying if I said I hadn’t once demurred on the prospect of a move to where I wouldn’t have easy car access, with the food situation being at the top of my concerns. The anxiety is very much real.
Teal Larry Johnson Charlotte Hornets jersey. The kids don’t know bout Grandmama these days…
It’s definitely a Midwest thing. Played it last weekend in Michigan, and we would toss back in college too.
“Hillbilly Horseshoes”
I had no idea there were so many oil diffusers in this world, nor did I know how disinterested in them I was until I couldn’t scroll a full screen without seeing another. Thank you, Prime Day!
I laughed, I cried, I reevaluated my life and elected to change nothing at all. I fancy the garage beer flag myself: “To hell with your mountains, show me your Busch!” The family really appreciates it when they visit.
Sneaky Spartan tee in the last one. Nice. Go Green.
It’s Fourth of July Eve, man. Have a heart!
My Cousin Vinny stands in rarified air, if only for serving as a time capsule preserving the pure smokeshow insanity that is young Marisa Tomei.
Amen. I’ve come in on the weekend with nobody here a couple times and rocked shorts, boat shoes, and a tee, and absolutely reveled in sitting in the same spot I find myself for thousands of hours over the course of the year, except actually comfortable for once.
I don’t feel old, but I often feel poor. Which, conveniently, leads right back to well shots.
Last fall, a buddy forgot to bring his generator for a big tailgate. No tunes. Disaster. In stepped my childhood boombox, the aforementioned D-cells, and the ole tape deck auxiliary cord. The bangers flowed like wine. Thank you, old friend.
That point is where the plural “holes” become the singular “wound.”
“Eventually got it right…”
Dear God.
Spotted a 6’ers of Cactus Lime and Zima on the same shelf, in the wild, Saturday. It felt as if a crease in time opened and ancient wisdoms seeped through.
Karlsson is absolutely incredible. Dripping with talent, team player, and by all accounts a fun, goofy, laid-back guy. The league needs to wake up and market the shit out of him ASAP. You just can’t dislike the guy!
The NHL postseason trumps every other sport; it’s absolutely electric. Look at the Eastern Conference Finals this year. Pittsburgh won a double OT Game 7 over an Ottawa team that nobody gave a glimmer of hope to. Multiple generational talents on the ice at once in Crosby, Malkin, and Karlsson – who in particular was an utter maestro, logging more minutes than anyone, scoring 19 points in 18 games over the playoffs, as a defenseman, with multiple stress fractures and torn tendons in his foot. Hockey is insane and amazing.
Man, right at the start of summer; my condolences. Hopefully you can find a pool and become a deck chair staple until you’re back in action.
Elemental* Jesus Christ.
Duda: Man Elemantal