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I will add a few more:

Prince playing hoops
Wu-Tang Financial
Hanging out with Wayne Brady

Irish Whiskey
 

The kind from Kentucky. I think the Irish there call it bourbon. Knob Creek.

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Plus Yankee Stadium was "upgraded" in the 1970s ("the House that Bobby Murcer Built") so as to remove all of the historical charm and character. My dad died pissed off that they put a wall up in front of all of the monuments in what used to be deep left center.

And:

Not Bob should Not Taunt
Hated Yankees sweep the Bucs
Fuckers. (in nature)

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I figured that when I said "the same" you'd be able to figure out what I meant. If I had said "the same old," you might have a point.

TM

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Among steaks, filet mignon is extremely overrated. A ribeye or new york strip has much more flavor and steaky-goodness.

Filets are good if you want your steak in sauce, which certainly has its place, but then you're relying on the sauce to make it good. The same could be said for chicken.

As for crab-stuffed lobster in Philly, I'm having a hard time believing it's almost out of the water, unless they're growing something super strange in the Delaware bay. That sucker came in from somewhere north, and sat around until the picked crab meat from Delaware arrived, and got stuffed into it. But even fresh, stuffed lobster inevitably get dried out.

Now, no question lobster shouldn't be on the high end of any menu where there's a high end. Morton's museum-piece 3 lb lobsters are an abomination: tough, overpriced, and designed for the macho factor much more than the taste. And most other restaurants screw them up. Because it's lobster, restaurants think they can get "market price" (which really means, we're embarassed to tell you how much we're marking up something that takes zero effort and imagination to cook).

Like crabs, lobster are best eaten in a casual atmosphere, caught that morning and boiled or steamed that night. Besides, how many other dinner foods are justifiabily eaten dipped in butter? Artichokes? Asparagus? Something else for the rabbits and paigow?

Irish Whiskey
 

Black Bush is a safe bet. There are some fancy-schmancy single malt equivs out there, but the one I tried (also by Bushmills) sucked.

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Well, you said it like there was something magical about the current dimensions, such that they were worth preserving. There's not. In my lifetime and yours, the left/centerfield wall has been moved in at least three times to make the park more attractive to free-agent, right-handed hitters.

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OK, I give up.

What's the wheelbarrow?

MR? Can you provide a drawing?


(By the way, there's a guy on the desk whose real initials are MR, and when his phone rings, I can see it light up (I have one of those turret phones), and it always conjure an image of Ed Norton.)

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I don't get this. Are both people sitting up? How are both people's arms getting strained?

Ribeye is my favorite. Damn you, Burger and Sebbie, now I'm frisky and craving steak, and it's not even 9 am.

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Both people are sitting facing each other. She's straddling her legs around you. To effect the necessary thrust, you use your arms, which are behind you, propping you up. You lurch your torso and hips forward and upward while she reels back, supporting herlsef on her arms, which are behind her.

Both of you are forced to thrust your torsos forward and stretch yourselves, and you're hitting the some odd angles inside. So its visually cool if you like the sight of tits and a stretched female torso and neck in your face, and it feels great.

Graphic enough?

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Oh yes. Thanks. No, wait, are your legs stretched out?

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Yes.

As if you needed further proof
 

Don't ever use this expression again.

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Steak is a breakfast meat. What's the problem?

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A place to get it. It's not on the starbucks menu.