God bless you guys. I dunno how you can stomach the stuff. Everything that makes Scotch desirable is what I don't like about it. Too much smoke, dirt and saltwater going on for me.
Well now I love mushroom peirogis! My son hates mushrooms and I tell him, "when I was younger I hated mushrooms because they are slippery and taste like dirt. Now as I got older I love mushrooms because they are slippery and taste like dirt."
Vastly easier to drink for me than those hop heavy fancy beers that everyone loves. So bitter, I can't enjoy drinking them.
Also, I forgot the very important fact that good scotch rarely gives me even a slight hangover. It's debatable whether that's because it's distilled so well from top class ingredients or because it's expensive enough that I don't pound it like a first term college freshman.
I disagree. Don isn't going to bring it up before or during the MLS Cup. That would be like talking about astrophysics during sex. The league will have its climax, then after a reasonable period of time Don will mention it's not working out and the league is packing its bags and leaving Chicago.
What is this "sex" thing of which you speak? I seem to recall something like that in the dim and distance past. Is it analogous to Chicago Fire Playoffs, something I used to experience regularly, but now is just a distant memory? Like I still have (season tickets to) the Chicago Fire, I still have the same partner, so the playoffs and sex were both things a recall looking forward to with great anticipation and involving a high level of excitement (with 17,000 other people-but that's another story). Like the Fire, sex was something I enjoyed regularly, but not any longer. Like my memories of the Chicago Fire, I still have the same partner, so the playoffs and sex are both annual possibilities, but no longer probabilities. Like the Chicago Fire and sex, in the rare time either occurs, it now end prematurely in disappointment and frustration. ...allegedly Edit: Please note, this IS the Depression Thread, afterall
Might help for anyone have "astrophysics" problems. (I am not singling anyone, including myself, out on this one)
My vacation is ending soon and my shoulder hurts worse that before I went. Kinda the whole damn reason I took the week off in the first place.
Well by that level, all we had for tradition while Pause was still here were wooden spoons and back passes.
After Logan Pause stopped playing for the Fire, we immediately won back to back wooden spoons. Maybe Logan was right all along and back-passes were the only thing keeping us from the dumpster?
First draft of the Saddest f*cking things in Chicago Fire history: 11) Editorial makes us a national laughingstock, shows owner's contempt for the base 10) Fire so shitty, only back-passes save us from wooden spoons. 9) Humo leaves the earth, because he was too good to watch us suffer this shit. 8) 2014 US Open Cup Semifinal. 6-0. 7) ********ing Landon Donovan. 6) God-damn Tony Meola. 5) 2004, almost every single ********ing minute of it. ******** Igor Simutenkov in particular. 4) 10 years later, Dave Sarachan remains the second most successful manager in Fire history. 3) 2015-2016: Wooden Spoon Dynasty/Processing the Potatoes 2) September 2007: Fire fans embrace Andrew because he will care more about the club than Uncle Phil. 1) April 2005.