SidetrackSilvera

Do you really want to watch that product on a full stomach?

I'm not done doing it. You have an enormous lexicon!

I contend that Simmons explaining apex mountain to Steven Spielberg was the apex mountain of the podcast.

If the hosts are anyone but some combination of the original three, or Kyle Brandt, or sometimes Van Latham, I will not listen. The other hosts are brutal. There is still meat on the bone for a Four-Heat.

Incredible.

He sorted my mum's hysteria right out.

My wife and I gambled once in our adult lives, too.

We were high school sweethearts. She was a real estate agent. I hoped to establish myself as an architect by designing our dream home. We invested everything we had in the project, purchasing beachfront property in Holly Beach and beginning construction, but the recession left her without houses to sell and me without a job. In desperate need of $50,000 to save our land from being repossessed, we traveled to Lake Charles to gamble with the last of our savings.

At a casino, she caught the eye of a high roller while I won over $25,000 at craps. Reveling in our winnings, she assured me that she loved me regardless of the money. The next day, I lost everything. Leaving the casino, we noticed a crowd gathered to watch daddy warbucks play baccarat. He asked my wife to join him for good luck and she made a winning craps roll on his $1 million bet. As thanks, he insisted on paying for our stay, giving us a lavish hotel suite and a dress he saw Diana admire. After an enjoyable evening together, he offered us $1 million to allow him to spend a night with Diana. I refused.

Later, Diana convinced me to agree to the proposal. He flew her to his private yacht and offered her a chance to void their deal and return to me if he lost a toss of his lucky coin. He won the toss and Diana spent the night with him.

It was difficult to go back to the farm once Diana had seen Paris. Things deteriorated. Realizing that Diana would never love him the way she loved me, the rich guy lied to her that she was merely the latest member of his "million-dollar club" of women. Seeing through his deception, she gratefully ended their relationship; before parting ways, he gave her his lucky coin, which she realized was double headed. She returned to the pier where I proposed to her seven years earlier, finding me there. Repeating our unique declaration of love, we joined hands.

I guess we gambled more than once, right? We also have always played bingo on Thursdays.

Two schools of thought:

1. "I want people to think I bought a Rolex, but I don't want to buy a Rolex because [insert reason]."

2. "I like the look of this Rolex but I don't care if people know it's not a Rolex. In fact, I want people to know that I know enough about watches to know that Rolex is not the only good watch out there."

If you're in the first position, buy a Chinese superclone. Many of the Rolex components are Chinese made now anyway. They just ASSEMBLE the watch in Switzerland so they can call it a Swiss watch. The superclones look like the real deal until you open the case, which no one is going to do.

If you're in the second camp, I have never heard of that brand, but that doesn't mean it's not reliable. If you want a solid watch with the two-tone appearance, get a Seiko or similar big name. Seiko has been making two tone fluted bezel watches forever. They are good watches. It's not going to be a Rolex, but the automatics are reliable like a Toyota. For the money, it is a very good watch.

The future is in slop bowls.

The frick? Have you even seppukued once, pollyanna?

I SO SORRY I MISSPELLED A JAPANESE WORD FOR SELF SACRIFICE frick NOW I HAVE TO DO IT TWICE

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