From Local 12's Bob Herzog: I’ve never seen it like this. I’ve lived in Cincinnati my whole life, and I have never seen water rushing down Queen City Ave like this.
@923TheFan@SportsBoyTony@KenCarman He is an alcoholic too. He had season tickets to the Reds Would drink 6-8 beers every game for 82 games. Would be LIT after 2 beers Employees at GABP had a problem with him
Charlie Sheen and Bill Maher say the real evil of drugs is that they stop working
Bill: “The real evil of drugs is that they don't work as well over time, both in the day and in the long run. When you were shitty to people, you weren't mad at them. You were mad at the drug for not working as it was earlier in the day, earlier in the week, month, and year”
Charlie: “It's a resentment like no other”
🚨 When a kid’s 12V toy turns into a 72V BEAST… this pink G-Wagon rips like a full-size monster truck! 😂💨
I don’t know about you, but I’d love to have friends like this. 🤣
@RuiterWrongFAN On top of gambling problem...we is an alcoholic too...he had season tickets to the Reds.....ask the workers at GABP about his drinking ...9 beers a game ...82 games
@MattFontana83 Dude he is an alcoholic too...he had season tickets to the Reds...ask anybody that worked at GABP about his drinking...2 beers and this dude was LIT...
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.