A muffler shop. You hate spending money on it, it’s not sexy, essential, and if you don’t do it everyone looks at you like a giant asshole.

She’s the Peace Corp alum and I’m the bleeding heart lib at the holidays.

Eight year old Tokeyo is getting a STEM kit. The clock is ticking. She’s got 20 years to be inspired, get her medical degree, and fix my back.

Damnit, Treb! I’ve already done the Giving Tree for work, church, and my kid’s school. Stuff for kids at Christmas is my kryptonite. My wife is going to get so pissed when she finds the credit card bill…

Seems like more of an East Carolina hire. Maybe Liberty.

Zohran brings cameras.

I don’t believe you. No one would name their kid Eugenius, and if they did, he’d never survive grade school.

The Nashville Pennys just doesn’t sound very intimidating, does it?

Wouldn’t the dog just pass that/barf it up eventually?

And on that note, it’s time to shake something up with scratches and/or trades.

Haven’t see it. Did he play the horse?

So you’re like 10 years behind schedule?

The crossroads of AI and sub-prime derivatives.