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riding the elevator down last Friday and decided to invite some of my colleagues to a Super Bowl party I was throwing. I excluded an invitation to the mail clerk because his hair is always flopping out of place (also I hate that he has a Gore/Lieberman bummer sticker directly on the paint of his early-mid 90s Saab, but whatever that piece of shit is about to stop being a functional automobile). Problem was come halftime I ran out of Miller Genuine Draft, I hated the idea all those disappointed colleagues of mine wearing their respective Steelers and Packers jerseys without beer in hand. I jumped in my Land Cruiser, sped down to 7Eleven, when I saw that the mail clerk (who showed up anyway with his dumbshit Gore/Lieberman Saab not backed into a space at my loft parking lot) called to say we were also out of French onion dip, luckily I didn't loose any time because I took the call via Bluetooth (and I backed in so I could tear out like hella quick). I threw down some coupons for the dip, bought a couple scratchers and headed back to the loft. I succeeded, no one at the party would be sober except that dumb mail room nerd who doesn't drink, also I won $2 off one of the scratchers, hells yeah.

A lot's changed since I was a staffer at the Alibi.

If you're a parent why why why would you send your young boys to youth camp or any sort of situation where they're alone with pastors??

The odds are WAY WAY WAY too good that they'll get poked in the butt. If you want a scale of likelihood, the more outspoken any given religious figure is opposing gay rights the better chance your kids have at getting poke in the butt.

Five Guys (DC), Blake's (NM), Burgerville (OR/WA), Burger Joint (DC), etc. All better regional burger chains than In & Out. Sorry California, you know shit about burgers.

Forget that funny looking dude. There is a bangin hot bartender at High Finance.

When I was in Thibodaux I saw woman use a motorized lawnmower to get from her trailer to the mailbox.