embury wasn’t a good person. if he were alive today and you showed him project 2025, he’d say, ‘not bad, but i think we can get it under 500 pages.’ but he was right about the martini: 7:1 and no stronger
Dem weirdos dreaming up tournament-style solutions to Joe Biden being the nominee and Catturd-grade reactionary types crying about cheating in the French election have one crucial thing in common, which is that they transparently lack the emotional maturity and patience required to be sports fans.
no one really knows why the incumbency advantage exists in american presidential elections but one popular theory is that the president can get on TV whenever he wants, and it’s possible that biden is not benefiting because he does not want to get on TV
Some Millennials in my timeline are insecure because Gen Zs are telling them their ankle socks age them.
I can't stress enough that you don't need to care about what a bunch of 20-somethings think about your clothes, mainly bc you don't have to care about what ANYONE thinks about your clothes.
the usually wonderful experience at the biker bar with the good brunch was unfortunately marred today by the old piece of shit who wouldn’t stop saying w—back and the three people he was talking to who didn’t shut him down
when my dad was in college he and a friend would do a bit where one of them put some food in the dining hall microwave and the other dropped and convulsed on the ground until the timer went off, at which point he got up and pretended nothing had happened
There was this guy in college who would yell "RUN FOR YOUR LIFE THEY REALLY ARE DEVILED EGGS" and then start convulsing on the ground after taking a bite if someone had them at a BBQ.
It was a good bit.