That was the emailest email of the week I’ve ever read in the Funbag!, and I’ve been here for years.

Seriously, SO MANY QUESTIONS. We need a follow-up, STAT.

There needs to be an “Epic Husband Meltdown Stories” column after that.

It won’t last. Trust me: I have shepherded three kids into their double digits. The kids will be come intransigent at some point digging in on something such as anti-rice or monogamy viz. chicken fingers. You are so fucked and you don’t even know it. My middle daughter - brilliant and about as pleasant a teenager as…

HOLY SHIT THAT HUSBAND IN THE EMAIL OF THE WEEK

when you get to the state dropdown just hit the letter of your state enough times to have it select the one you want.

We ALL know that if Jezebel.com is taken over, it will actually be taken over by Sexy Carp Babes

This ended about the way you’d think it would.

Anyone complaining that the trailers are kinda meh should remember that the promos for Futurama were just as underwhelming. Groening’s shows tend to succeed on a character-based level. That’s something the writers for The Simpsons gradually forgot, and it’s also the case with Futurama on Comedy Central.

I’ve never been a big ICP fan by any stretch, but I think I just became a “Violent J as a dad” fan.

It’s a little bit sad when you realize “Reno 911" featured some of the most responsible police work in the United States.

Chef: MY MOM

I heard Yanni

+1 for use of The Pretty Reckless.

The last time I got such enjoyment out of seeing a blogger on ice, I was working as an usher at Andrew Breitbart’s wake.

Interesting to see things from Lone Star’s perspective, chummer!

I thought it was funny how my wife slaved over seating arrangements for a full day. Then I looked at how she did my side, asked her if I could handle that, and divvied that up in about 15 minutes like England drawing borders on an African map.

You’ve obviously put a lot of thought into this. Now just imagine how many cheese balls you could’ve eaten in the time you spent thinking this through.

*KNOCKING* WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?
*GASPING* I’M...ON...THE...PHOOOOOOONE

the fact that you were in 6th grade in 2000 makes me want to crawl into the yawning grave and scoop dirt onto myself