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Jerk of the Week: Walt Goes to Vegas 2025, Part 7: The Burger Guy I published a Jerks of the Week article over the summer about the price of hot dogs. In it, I discussed how and why I paid more than $7 for a hot dog when the price of hot dogs is just…

Jerk of the Week: Walt Goes to Vegas 2025, Part 6: The CVS Mom and the Monk As a result of making yearly trips to Las Vegas, I’ve learned to never pack shampoo in a suitcase. The same thing happens every time. No matter how tightly you close the cap, or how tightly you pack…

Jerk of the Week: Walt Goes to Vegas 2025, Part 5: The Tuscany and the D It just dawned on me that we’re entering Part 5 of the 2025 Walt Goes to Vegas series, and I haven’t even discussed the hotel yet. I suppose that’s what happens when there are sex-crazed women and screeching falcons…

Jerk of the Week: Walt Goes to Vegas 2025, Part 4: The Crooked Contest I know people who go to the same vacation destination every year. I think these people are a bit weird. For example, I know a married couple that goes to Disney World every summer. And I know what you’re thinking: “Walt,…

Jerk of the Week: Walt Goes to Vegas 2025, Part 3: The Money Laundering Shirt Those of you who don’t listen to our near-nightly podcast may not know this, but we have a WalterFootball merch store. You can get all sort of shirts and some mugs on there. We also sell a highly controversial apron….

Jerk of the Week: Walt Goes to Vegas 2025, Part 2: Mr. First Class and the Beyonce Maverick The previous entry in my 2025 Vegas series discussed the airport, namely the Uber drive, some a**hole in the security line, and a Subway employee who thought I was his soulmate. Go here to read all about…

Jerk of the Week: Walt Goes to Vegas 2025, Part 1: My Subway Soulmate I hate it when people are early to things. Back when I was a bachelor and threw parties nearly every weekend, I’d tell people to arrive around 9 p.m. or so, which would give me enough time to work out, eat…

If you’ve followed this site for a while, you might remember that I like to respond to my spam mails. It all started eight years ago, when a man named Jon Wire from the “United Bank of Africoan” promised me an ATM card of some sort, so I responded as a man named Mister Compassion…

Jerk of the Week: Return of the Q When I write about someone I see at a store, a mall, or a restaurant I don’t frequent often, I never think I’ll discuss that person again during a later Jerks of the Week entry. On the rare occasions when I’m able to do this, it feels…