“Welcome in”. This phrase has been bothering me.

There are very few places where you can wake up, gamble on Korean baseball before breakfast, buy a machine gun by lunch, get married to someone you met at a blackjack table by dinner, get divorced to that same person after you find someone new at the Buffalo machine, and still have enough time to make a few questionable decisions before bed.

I have discovered that I have a superpower.  One that doesn’t involve coffee consumption.

Which raises some uncomfortable questions about what Bertie and I have been doing every morning.

The coffee is ready when it’s ready. Apparently, so is my car. Also, this article contains this phrase: “coincidentally may be the only phrase you can utter at both a drag race and a Baseball game.” If that doesn’t want to make you read it, I don’t know what will.

A new personal trainer woke up body parts that had been peacefully retired for 20 years. They are not pleased.

Yesterday’s picks needed an autopsy. Today’s card needs three games. And apparently ordering regular coffee is now an edge case.

We can connect a coffee maker to the internet, but one nail can still destroy your Sunday morning.