At the Wiltern last night.

Jesus, man. Feel better soon!

“Turkeys have little face dicks” is the second most upsetting thing I learned today.

My kid showed me this and said, “Blake Snell jump-scare at the beginning there.”

Just for the record, “getting pegged” has multiple meanings…

Counter-take: Baseball is good.

Kenley Jansen used to do this, by just dropping the ball. He once had to do it twice because the umpire missed it.

At one point, Smoltz asked if there was a backup organist and Davis said that Rhule didn’t need one.

Locals say they’re _on_ Hell.

Boooo.

Booooo! We demand detailed, graphic baking porn!

It’s not like you have to go to work on Monday.

Could you imagine being afraid of _Donald Trump_, for God’s sake, in any context other than a women’s dressing room?

Do you get to keep the bone chip?

I just wanted to gloat like a gigantic dickhead.

It’s days like this that I really miss American McCarver.

Eons ago, I went to Vegas with only the socks I was wearing. Washed them in the sink at night and failed to try them on the air conditioner. It was awful.

After I was married, I told my wife this story and she said, “Why didn’t you just buy new socks?”

Because it never occurred to me, goddammit.

Man, I love your food posts. They’re gorgeous, and if I had any gumption they’d be inspirational, too. I have no talent for sussing flavor combinations, but yours sound so, so great.

Dying at your desk is great, yes. But what if you could also die unmourned?