I find the drilling and the filling are basically standard tooth stuff, but the astringent cord they pack around the tooth to make an impression for a crown… that’s not my favorite.

I love this picture, although (/because?) it’s just increased by about ♾️% the amount of time I’ve spent in my life considering a bird’s process of leaving a perch and starting to fly.

Pretty sure I bike past his house all the time, based on the “Ocean” Pioneer yard helmet that used to be displayed, and the BGSU decoration that is now.

*do* you dare to eat a peach?

Man, this was their week, too — reigning Jeopardy! champ is from Terra Haute.

But as someone who’s spent months of his life walking the oil lanes outside Lawrenceville, IL: yeah that’s correct.

I was playing Sporcle at Haymaker and my team was the only one to answer TFQ correctly, but the TJ announced she would accept two wrong answers that were close. I yelled “why?” and only then did a neighboring table reveal their knowledge: “Give us a break, Jeopardy!”

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Paul Ryan could have gotten his marathon time under 3 hours if he’d played along

*bear bait (presumably)

bear - an animal people sometimes hunt

pear - fruit, pretty hard to bait when you think about it

This is the way. Frontier lost a checked bag of ours and my wife is scarred, but we jump up for gate-check since we know the bag’s on the plane.
But what they should actually do is priority deboarding for people with nothing overhead.

Huh. If he comes out talking a good lefty game, then my official position on Platner is that he’s an op and there’s some deep ratfucking going on. Stakes are vastly different and it’s frankly a little too obvious, but a million generations didn’t build me this pattern-finding brain for nothin’

Truly can’t believe this hasn’t happened yet. Just mindblowing to think about the people who murder kids turning around in their driveway v. the US citizens being dragged from their cars by these fuckos. And then mix in the “violent left” bullshit, it’s enough to make you scream. All day every day.

Yes—it’s Facebook boomer first-thought wordplay, but he kinda realizes it’s that and won’t even commit to it. What a fucking coward or whatever.

Not everyone can forget.

Yeah, seemed bad. We drove home from Pioneer, unpacked a bunch of stuff, then I walked back to get my bike from Pioneer and went home, and Scio Church was still f’d in both directions. Game ending when nobody wants to hang out is rough, I guess?

And, massive props to the guy who, when I explained Felix’s hesitance, ran inside and obviously filled a Ziploc with sour patch kids. We’re throwing that out, but I love it.

An emergent technique presented itself when someone handed him Peanut M&M’s at one house, and the next had a “take one” bowl with mixed chocolate and fruit candy. He swapped the M&M’s for a second bag of Lifesaver’s Gummies. Felt good about that one.

I also didn’t brief him on Dad’s favorite chocolate or prep a “never leave empty-handed” game plan, really did not set him up for success.

A savvy move would have been to take a bar for negotiations with his sister back at home, but there was no precedent for that and I can’t expect him to come up with it sua sponte.