Donald Trump is a proven liar, fraudster, sex assaulter, top-secrets divulger, and is likely a foreign agent. This declining and feckless creep cares about nothing but his money. I’d offer my condolences to U.S. citizens, but 47 is the president of Puerto Rico too. And we don’t get to vote
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tWBS Fantasy Football Leagues Update (Week 7)
Hey. What's new? Oh, really? You're busy and wondering why I'm bothering you right in the middle of this important task? On a Wednesday? Tough shit. It's time for the (now) weekly DFO Fantasy Football Leagues recap. Week 7 is in the books. Freezer Vodka standings are up first: Lowratio's Couch Fetish has slid into the top
Wumbo Wednesday With Weaselo: “So, how was Boston, Senor?”
KBF 24 and Sunday night open thread.
Boots on the Brickyard! Indy after dark.
And God Said “Hi.”
There is nothing that can make me leave this house ever again, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! “What? Who’s coming to town”? “Laurie Anderson?” “No way! Here?" “Orpheum Theater downtown Los Angeles.” DAMN FINE SHOT “I haven’t been outside this house in five years but just that name alone changes all thought processes. A chance to see God, live
“IF YA SMELLLLLLLLLL….” – When Smackdown Comes to Town
Boots on the Ground: Porto Portugal! Final chapter, Portugal The Food
I've already shared with you the francesinha from my first day in Porto. Before. With proper gravy application. And the detritus afterwards. For the public record, the beer you see in the photos "Super Bock" is a goddamn keeper. That shit is delicious and always served cold and frosty. Hell a man could drink that