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Saw it! Totally lived up to expectations. Go see it go see it go see it!

Their curly fries and hummus are tasty. And how dare you.

If you like Greek food, then Greektown's a must. Nemo's for bar food/drinks, and you have to pick your favorite coney at either American or Lafayette. Slow's is great if you have a hankering for bbq, or Hockeytown cafe if you want the traditional Wings experience. A lot of places have shuttles to the Joe if you're eating/boozing there, or you could hop on the people mover. Stick to the main roads and well-lit areas and you won't have a problem.

I'm going to see it on Saturday! So stoked.

#snipshow2k16

Where you been, flashy?

*pats butts* Let's get a streak going here!

YYEEEESSSSSSSSS LGW classic right there. YFJB bless.

http://www.mlive.com/redwings/index.ssf/2016/02/red_wings_dylan_larkin_aka_d-b.html Wow, he was only 13? And now we know who his partner in crime is!

GGRROOOOOOOOOOOOSSS

Wow. At least now I don't have to worry about Kenny having a legendary brain fart to bring Phaneuf to Detroit *shiver*

Someone had a sign at the game last night that said "#71 D-Boss"

*shutout butt pats*

Bad business.

I'm so glad the internet wasn't a thing when my best friend and I were making ridiculously embarrassing videos that we thought were super awesome

I thought you were saying neither to Bodhi or Johnny Utah and I was about to disown you as my internet brother. Of course the answer is Bodhi. To your question, I don't watch it at all. Meh. Tattoos or piercings?

Meh. For me, nothing can top the WC at the big house. I got what I wanted, it was an awesome experience, and I stopped caring.

Missed this one, looks like they finally got their s*** together?! *pats butts*

Ugh LGW...please?

I didn't like the babadook. I was so stoked and ready to like it, but was disappointed. I usually really like the slow burn psychological horror, but it just didn't spook me. Combine that with the fact that the movie commits the One Cardinal Sin that makes me dislike movies Spoiler alert for those who haven't seen it: Using animal death for an easy "terrify and disgust the audience," I give the babadook a big thumbs down. I loved It Follows, though. There is so little great horror nowadays. And jim jam, r/paranormal is probably more your speed since it is people recounting "true" paranormal events that have happened to them (I use " " because I'm sure some people are just spinning yarns as someone always inevitably does when the topic comes up). There are a couple other subs that are devoted to actual experiences as well.

*pats butts*

Sweet jesus it's good to be back! Don't ever leave me again, LGW!

Deal. The year was 1993. A bad ass year by all accounts. I was a young lass of 13, living the good life. I was cute, and due to a solid reputation I had built for myself, no one f***ed with me. The roller rink was the place to be, and on this fine evening I was patronizing an establishment a couple towns over with my bestie since 1st grade (who is still my bestie to this day, holla) and another girl we hung out with. Generously dropped off by my bestie's mom, we had an evening of freedom ahead of us--skates, nachos, and BOYS. We scoped out the prospects for a bit, when a tall drink of water asked me to skate with him. He was hot, so naturally with much giggling and whispering with the girls I agreed. We tooled around for a bit, flirting awkwardly with wheels strapped to our feet as only young teens can. I had to go to the bathroom, but it could wait. This was serious business. So I made the fatal mistake--I pushed it. I skated and skated with this cutie until I couldn't take it anymore. I excused myself and headed toward the bathroom. What follows is nothing short of a Benny Hill skit. The second I stepped off the rink, Satan and all his minions were conspiring to keep me away from the bathroom. There was the birthday party of 8,000 elementary schoolers that I had to deke, my friends furiously clamoring for deets, THAT DAMN CARPET that slowed my skates to a crawl, a curious gaggle of middle aged women, and the fact that I had to essentially do the Pee Pee Dance with what felt like snow tires attached to my feet. I had waited too long, but I was determined to make it. With a fire in my belly (bladder), I approached the ladies' room with what felt like an unnatural slowness reserved for running in dreams. I was almost there. The promise land was within my grasp, and I longed for the sweet release that freeing my myself from my ripped denim would bring. I got to the door, squeezed the handle, and was stopped mid-door swing by The Boy. "Hey, you ready to skate?" That was it. My moment had passed. The crushing realization that I was too late dawned on me with an icy shudder wherein I turned to look at him, shrugged, and peed my pants whilst looking him directly in the eyes. I owned it. I asserted my dominance like a dog marking a bush. I continued to stare him down as it dawned on him exactly what was happening. He skated away in disgust as my bestie skated up next to me. We looked at each other for a brief, fleeting moment before she broke the silence as only a bestie can--in the most deadpan of voices she said "Dude. Did you just piss your pants?" Thankfully I have no shame and we proceeded to break into hysterical laughter. the rest of the night is a blur except for the vague memory of driving home in her mom's car sitting on an old blanket. I never saw The Boy again, nor did I (forever thankful that this didn't happen in my town) set foot in that roller rink ever again. I'm pretty sure that was the last time I ever wet my pants while sober.

Does anyone want to hear the story of how I peed my pants in front of the boy I liked in junior high?

I <3 Steve Yzerman so much