Go ahead and try a half-dozen of the “atomic wings” — the kind made with Dave’s Insanity Sauce or some such. Because you know you’ve always wanted to — and because, well, what’s the worst that can happen, right…?
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Wow. Sad to hear about Cuellar. Part of my (very early) youth, and part of arguable the greatest staff of all-time, on maybe the most forgotten dynasty of all-time, the Orioles of the mid-late sixties – early seventies.
I was always a Palmer fan first, but I loved me some Cuellar, too. With Palmer, the bridge to the McGregor and Flanagan and Stone and Boddicker years.
One of the oddest features of the scene is attributed to the president’s “cool,” which seems to be the euphemism of choice for what, in less stellar executives, would be regarded as an unappealing combination of coldness and self-absorption. I forget which long-ago foreign minister responded to an invitation to lunch with an adversary by saying “I’m not hungry,” but Obama seems to reserve the line for his “friends.” Visiting France, he declined to dine with the Sarkozys. Visiting Norway, he declined to dine with the king at a banquet thrown explicitly in Obama’s honor. The other day, the president declined to dine with Netanyahu even though the Israeli prime minister was his guest in the White House at the time. The British prime minister, five times rebuffed in his attempt to book a date, had to make do with a perfunctory walk ’n’ talk through the kitchens of the U.N. Obama’s shtick as a candidate was that he was the guy who’d talk to anyone, anytime, anywhere. Instead, he recoils from all but the most minimal contact with the world.
John Bolton calls him “the first post-American president” and is punctilious enough to add that he doesn’t mean “un-American” or “anti-American.” In his Berlin speech, he presented himself as a “citizen of the world,” which, whatever else it means, suggests an indifference to America’s role as guarantor of the global order. The postponement of his Australian trip in order to ram health care down the throats of the American people was a neat distillation of the reality of his priorities: A transformative domestic agenda must necessarily come at the price of America’s global role. One-worldism is often a convenient cover for ignorance: You’d be hard pressed to find a self-proclaimed “multiculturalist” who can tell you the capital of Lesotho or the principal exports of Bhutan. And so it is with liberal internationalism: The citoyen du monde is the most parochial president of modern times.
Turns out I must travel to this place they call Speyside. They have this single malt shit figured out. You know what would go awesome with this? A cigarette.
I’m sending negative mindwaves sans DookieDoll, sdferr.
I hear aloft as it passes over, our DC-3, ordinarily a comforting sound as it plies its misty furrows, trying to stay one step ahead of Mr and Mrs Bug. The season has rolled. Adios ballplayers. Hello itch.
One of the oddest features of the scene is attributed to the president’s “cool,” which seems to be the euphemism of choice for what, in less stellar executives, would be regarded as an unappealing combination of coldness and self-absorption being a raging fucking prick.
If I had known WVU was going to have that much trouble making a lay up I would have hired a crack whore to accuse the Duke basketball team of rape.
Akida Mashaka, Esq., Restaurant & Real Estate Owner
Harvard Law School, J.D. 1999, Morehouse College, B.A. 1995
Akida was raised in Cerritos and was a nationally ranked youth tennis player. At Morehouse College, he won two singles and two doubles tennis conference championships and graduated summa cum laude. After interning for Johnnie L. Cochran, Jr., Akida went on to graduate from Harvard Law School. Thereafter, Akida worked as an attorney throughout the greater Los Angeles area. Seeking to diversify his business interests, Akida opened the first Hoagies & Wings location in 2004.
Bryan Newell, Manager & Chef
California School of Culinary Arts, Le Cordon Bleu 2002
Bryan grew up in his parents’ local family restaurant businesses, where he developed his passion for the food industry. This industry is his true love, and his a part of him all his life. Bryan, like Akida, was also a nationally ranked youth tennis player while growing up in Los Angeles. He went on to graduate from Le Cordon Bleu.
I just… I don’t need my wings to have a backstory.
Meet up with Mike Cuellar and remember winning onc’t upon a time?
I tried those they were inedible and painful and I have a very high tolerance but still that’s just stupid
Wow. Sad to hear about Cuellar. Part of my (very early) youth, and part of arguable the greatest staff of all-time, on maybe the most forgotten dynasty of all-time, the Orioles of the mid-late sixties – early seventies.
I was always a Palmer fan first, but I loved me some Cuellar, too. With Palmer, the bridge to the McGregor and Flanagan and Stone and Boddicker years.
Stoney was fun to watch there for a time wadn’t he? Man.
’71 pirates. that was bobby clemente’s final game. what a final game!
baracky had his coronation in denver:
link
Well I’ve never been to Denver,
But I’ve been to Oklahoma.
Well they tell me I was born there
But I really don’t remember.
BTW, do they make you sign a waiver before ordering the wings?
Scotch makes me want to start smoking again.
Duke makes me want to start huffing glue again.
Stabbing pins in a DookieDoll will work. M u s t. W o r k.
them white boys on duke making the wvu folks look bad
Turns out I must travel to this place they call Speyside. They have this single malt shit figured out. You know what would go awesome with this? A cigarette.
I’m sending negative mindwaves sans DookieDoll, sdferr.
If you like Duke, you hate America.*
see bs keeps showing pictures of whites triumphant
Funny, most single malt scotches used to put me off my cigarettes. Now it’s the bourbon that makes we want to smoke.
Bourbon makes me want to talk to overly tattooed girls at the bar, NOYK.
I hear aloft as it passes over, our DC-3, ordinarily a comforting sound as it plies its misty furrows, trying to stay one step ahead of Mr and Mrs Bug. The season has rolled. Adios ballplayers. Hello itch.
Don’t worry, sdferr. You can always watch the girls pound the hardwood in the meantime.
Evidently Mrs Insty has taken an interest too.
will the duke white boys be honored @ duke?
Yonder he went again, fourth pass, each a bit farther southeast as he covers his ground. Lopp-etta-lopp-etta roar. Great sound.
newrouter, your last three comments on this thread have been about white boys.
Looking for a pic of our DC-3, I ran into a pic of dog heartworm, which they also combat. Wanna see? It’s nasty. Nastier than hot wings, anyhow.
duke lacrosse case mostly. how does duke tenured types deal?
Okay, newrouter.
I assume the Duke tenured types deal by continuing to gather dust and having seminars about the theoretical possibility of sexist furniture.
Btw, they just said fuck about six times in a row on live television. That’s even worse than me.
joey biden: trailblazer
OT to college basketball: This from Dave in Texas. I love this guy even though I could care less about Star Wars.
Jeff, check it out. There’s some narratology of some sort involved, not just wise cracking.
Not from Dave. Via Dave.
If I had known WVU was going to have that much trouble making a lay up I would have hired a crack whore to accuse the Duke basketball team of rape.
Fuckin’ Duke.
Related? Probably not.
the garlic parmesan ones are tasty though
If I was ever offered garlic parmesan wings I’d rosary-punch a nun.
I’m just hoping one day for an all-ACC Final Four.
they also have spicy thai ones
it’s actually very interesting in a way that makes you really not all that keen on going back
brb
If I was ever offered spicy thai wings I’d plum grip and then knee a monk.
If I was ever offered Swedish meatball wings, I’d play black and white chess with the devil.
If I was ever offered cilantro and cumin wings, I’d blatantly taunt a Chupacabra.
I just… I don’t need my wings to have a backstory.
Is that wrong?
here’s the menu about the flavors
I wish I had a subscription to Reason so I could cancel it right now.
Fucking nutless bastards.
If I was offered a Reason wing, I’d beat them up, steal their dope stash and have the love making with a Lithuanian immigrant stripper.
(Hey, could I bum a cigarette off you guys?)
Honest to God, that is some of the stupidest shit I have ever read.
Government spending might be politically motivated?
Get the fuck out!
I agree that they too often act all surprised about the most obvious progressive tendencies, B Moe.
De Rugby is cool though. She’s just trying to lay out the evidence.
This isn’t good music but it has some redeeming qualities.
Damn if they didn’t find cynn’s dad on film over at Maggie’s.
Snicker then snack upon a blade most vorpal.