🇺🇸Rock Me SAMadeus🇮🇹

If Twitter dies, let's all buy condos in the same complex, sit out on our patios, and scream our Tweets at each other.

Leftover eggplant parmigiana is a breakfast food. Well, it is now.

Anyway, I'm going to miss baseball.

From a Yankee fan, congrats to the Brew Crew. Hell of a team. #WorldSeries

I stopped eating Halloween candy...for 17 seconds because I had to pee.

The e-retailer is charging $6.99 for shipping, but I could get free shipping if I spend over $35, but then if I do a 7-day trial of premium membership for $1.99, I get free two-day shipping, and I think I somehow came out on top by a net gain of roughly $0.67. Capitalism tango.

A found-footage horror film, but it's just me walking to the bathroom in my dark house, trying to avoid stepping on or drilling my foot into something because I don't feel like turning on the lights.

I'm running on fumes because I stayed up into the wee hours of the night watching two teams—neither of which is my team—play baseball. For love of the game.

One gourd outside didn't make it to Halloween. Cut down in your prime, little guy...

My offer of putting on a Michael Myers mask and hunting you around the house still stands.

I see the Rays did a wardrobe change, like the Mighty Ducks during the second intermission at the Junior Goodwill Games. #WorldSeries

I misread a news headline that read "When will NYC see fall?" as "When will NYC see snowfall?" and I almost wanted to throat-punch someone. My Christmas tree might be fully erect next week, but you can hold the snow for a while.

A pick?! Mine eyes must deceive me. #DallasCowboys

I don't understand not using a timeout at the 30-second mark. #DallasCowboys

Brewers are prettay, prettay, prettay good, huh? #WorldSeries2026

"Major League" and "Angels in the Outfield" both are on TV. THIS is the baseball that I miss. Teams full of ragtag playmakers who all look like they could be my father, smoking and throwing heaters.

Tomorrow is Monday. Tomorrow is Monday. Tomorrow is Monday. Sorry; I was just trying a reverse Beetlejuice thing.

Just to clarify, if I say to you, "Hey, babe. Wanna get porched?," I mean "Do you want to go to our rocking chairs situated out on our wraparound porch, imbibe some adult libations, read our books, smooch, and savor the sights and aromas of autumn?"

*Me, applying aftershave following a, you guessed it, shave.*

Peter, Peter, pumpkin seed eater.