Yes. Explanation is not a synonym for excuse.

There’s a part of me - an extremely irrational part - that is convinced we can make this a Thing.

I think the problem is the insinuation that things like “he’s a good kid” and “that evil, manipulative teenage succumbed made him do it” are valid defenses.

Now that’s a trend we could all get behind.

It’s not his fault Mitt Romney wouldn’t share his binders.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: the Baba Yaga is a look that I might actually be able to pull off.

Yes. All I could think when I saw they’d arrested this guy is that we’re about to get bombarded with stories about how the victim was some terrifying thug who had the strength of 10 men and might have smoked marijuana once, and this poor little innocent boy who had just been walking down the street was scared for his…

She mentions Target, so I’d assumed she meant Sioux Falls. Which makes her take on her formative years pretty dang confusing; you really have to go looking for the rough and tumble.

I’m with her on this. I look back on all the time I spent fretting in the damn mirror in my youth, and it frankly makes me sick. Life has gotten a heck of a lot easier now that I accept that I’m never going to be “good enough” and don’t care about anything other than looking presumably professional for work.

We South Dakotans don’t all believe in lizard people and Freemason conspiracies. I, for example, am far more concerned about undercover crab people taking over the Rotary clubs.

I went to school with a Willie Bender. So many other nickname options, but they had to go with that one.

I know a Patsy Swine and a Hog Kong.

The problem wasn’t that the stuff is gross or inedible. It’s that it was being sold as hamburger or ground beef, when it is really partially defatted beef fatty tissue that has been treated with anhydrous ammonia. Check out 9 C.F.R. 319.15 - it defines what can and can’t be called hamburger or ground beef. PDBFT…

And don’t forget about the capitol of South Dakota, which is pronounced Peer, because Pierre was too fancy.

Just watch Wishbone. I hate Charles Dickens so much, and A Tale of Two Cities highlights so many of the reasons why.

Arkham is empty, and all the super villains are here.

If only we could say the same for the electoral college...

I think this might be the look I’ve been waiting for.

Dear consumer culture: you have created so many horrible things, and ruined so many great ones. But all will be forgiven if Sexy Baba Yaga becomes a trend.

A thousand times this. It’s the Dwayne Hoover complex, extended to one’s family. The only real people are me and mine, and everyone else can hang.