Newhart finale will always be the GOAT for me. Perfect. Utterly perfect.
Posts by Earl F***ing Weaver
May-NO!!!!
Had to delete & repost because the typo was pissing me off, and my mother would never approve of grammar that atrocious.
I think I was so caught up in the journeys of the characters that he philisophical issues never bothered me. Although, the show getting deeper as my mom's cancer diagnosis went from treatable to terminal probably led to me connecting on a subconscious level to the deeper stuff.
Something something "Zero barrel rate" something something.
I appreciate @rochkubatko.bsky.social poopooing that fucking stat the other day.
You can probably turn the fucking game on now.
Everybody who had Bassitt pitching deeper into the game than Wacha, please stand up.
Right. Not a single motherfucker is standing.
I would add "The Good Place". One of the few perfectly crafted sitcoms. From start to finish, a brilliant story. No weak spots. And the ending? Spoiler free, it broke me in the absolute best way.
Pasquatino's is that strip mall "Italian" carry-out place that puts mayo on a goddamn muffaletta.
Coby Mayo doing his best Brooks Tomlinson.
Good. We fucking hate you, too. Eat a bag of unsalted dicks, ya shitheels.
I love going to barbecue restaurants. I'm not a connoisseur or anything I just like to say pulled pork.
J Jax is just collecting cans of corn out there.
#IfIWasTheCommisioner I'd institute 3 rules, effective immediately:
1) All teams must have bat retrieving dogs.
2) All teams must have some kind of humans in giant costumes race around the warning track during an inning change.
3) NO GODDAMN AFFILIATION IN ANY WAY WITH ANY SPORTS GAMBLING.
Leave it to legalized sports gambling to make me fucking hate omelets.
I fucking loved omelets. Now I never want to hear the goddamn word again.
Can someone give Eric Byrnes some of that Looney Tunes alum so he shuts the fuck up for 5 minutes? Jesus fucking Christ. I'd rather listen to Yoko Ono sing the goddamn yellow pages.
I am 100% stealing "moving at the speed of smell" from Big Ben.
POLAR BEAR SIGHTING.
It's April 2nd. Taylor Ward hit a double.
It's April 9th. Taylor Ward hit a double.
It's April 22nd. Taylor Ward hit a double.
Witness the mesmerizing murmuration of starlings in Italy, a stunning display of nature's coordination and beauty as they dance through the sky in unison.
I've worked front desk in an office that serviced children. Many of them special needs. You have to take the child's psyche in an environment that is often scary to them into account, no matter what kind of day/week/month/year/life you're having.
"Because they're the one party dedicated to fighting cancel culture, which stops me from getting invited to Martha's Vineyard parties, and to protecting the privacy of people in certain files, which stops you from knowing I went to other parties on another island."
Ramirez couldn't have done it without us!
And it only cost you your spleen!
What in the fucking eugenics fuckery is this goddamn partially baked potato with hair yammering on about?
I will randomly shout "SHARK WEEK" whenever that cross-eyed fool oozes onto my TV screen.