Billy is correct
Billy is correct
Getting some valued feedback here and I want to expand on my point. Danny Meyer is from “chef” world. He is high class. But when he sells a hamburger, a chef doesn’t make it; a short order cook does. And it’s better than any of the “chef” burgers I’ve ever had, easily.
No one takes burritos more seriously than me it’s all good
It’s just impossible, like an accounting identity or the net loss of matter or energy.
Respect to this guy I’m sure but a “chef” must not make a burrito.
One of the most wrong things ever said
I respect all the statistically superior NBA stars (except Luka and Shai bcs. tedious) but it is wild that Brunson simply never stops scoring against the other team’s most freakish athlete. I reflexively feel sorry for him when I see a closeup, like oh no they’re bullying that poor little man
That’s a big night and then a tailgate in the AM. And I’m not sure I’m getting through 10-12 beers at the tailgate
Surprised to be in the minority here but I think 24 beers in 24 would have been pretty hard even in my heyday
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Bill Laimbeer (NBA player, 1979–1993): The first thing I said was this takes place in a violent, dystopian future nightmare world. That was non-negotiable.
a few years ago, my obviously fake oral history of bill laimbeer's combat basketball somehow got on reddit and a few posters were reacting like it was real despite being mostly about laimbeer being obsessed with cyberpunk world-building medium.com/@byctom/an-o...
I miss print but I also love that we have a medium in which you can run this interview at 1,600 words, truly all of which are interesting slate.com/business/202...
I’m pretty sure I remember and like “When I Get Home” but Chains and Little Child idk
A giant hamburger with a humanoid face, wearing a bandit mask, walks across a roof, behind him smoke billowing from a chimney. Narration says "The burger bandit wanders through the night- created for a rejected 1970s Hardees ad campaign he walks the earth searching for purpose." The Burger bandit peers in through a window. His nose sticks over the frame. "People see me coming and they think I'm going to take their stuff," he says. "I don't even know if that's the conceptual thrust of the burger bandit character. It was never really fleshed out." "I don't particularly want to steal anything. I was just built like this. It frightens people. The mask is part of my face. If I remove it what's underneath is raw muscle and sinew and bone." says the burger bandit, removing his mask to reveal a tangled mess of flesh. "Is this what you wanted to see? Is this any more reassuring?"
Curse of the Burger Bandit
I feel like Job from the Biblical book of Job Explodes While Shoveling
This is what I do as work as well except I don’t have a team. It’s tough to pull off but I manage it.
oh you went to juliard? great, that will give you a lot of emotional grounding when you run over a henchman with a monster truck and then say "he got tired" by the way arnold would pronounce it chuliard
Yeah
Thinking about the time I took my parents to see Bela Fleck and they hated it. An all time upset. We’re talking composite NPR listeners.
Recreating, from scratch, the idea of a trusted but charismatic personality, backed by a rigorous journalistic organization, who explains the news to you on camera with some people working in the background
You know what time it is? Forklift operation o’clock
while you were studying the blade, I was also studying the blade. we have the same blade exam and I want to do well.
Whatever NBC is doing here is working
Handwritten note on notebook paper that reads: i would like to address an incident from a so-called "reporter" that happened in Miami. I was taken out of a game just because I missed a pop-up and then panicked and tried to throw a hot dog wrapper to the cut-off man. It didn't work because hit dog wrappers are much lighter than baseballs. This happens all of the time. Rob did not understand because he never played The Game. Many baseball players have been done-in by hit dog wrappers. I admit my conduct could have been more professional. I stole a bullpen cart, drove it on the field, and did donuts in the infield. I also fired a hit dog cannon repeatedly at the dugout while thrusting my hips as if to say "this is what a hot dog represents, anatomically." Fortunately Howie jumped on the city and took the hot dug cannon away while I was reloading it with bratwurst before I knocked off Rob's hat and caused a dangerous reaction of chemicals in hot dog juices and his hair product. There are unwritten rules in baseball and one of them is you can't do drive-by shootings on your manager with a hot dog cannon. I messed up I apologized. All I want to do is win games. I was not allowed to address the hot dog cannon issue. I had to return all of the hot dogs to the Marlins, even the one I was saving for later.
I would like to address the "Miami Incident"
Took the day off work today and this is what I’m doing.
Dr. Sardonicus rizzes up baby gronk
Due to shrinkflation you’re now only getting ten dreams of Dr. Sardonicus for the same price
TWELVE dreams of Dr. Sardonicus? In this economy?