What about Jolt. Or OK Soda? Was that more a Gen X thing. Existential ennui in soft drink form.

Spoiler Alert for anybody who hasn't listenedto this weeks Wait Wait Don't Tell me:

Should we consider that maybe, just maybe, he knows his wife and knew this is something she would appreciate?

This was my first thought. Etching a stainless steel pot seems like a really bad idea to me.

The last time I was called for Jury duty, I told the judge I was moving out of state in a couple weeks, and I got dismissed. Incidentally, when I was living in Mass, I got called for jury duty twice in ~10 years. Never been called since.

What if you're a hologram?

This can only end well.

Wow. That's harsh. I think you should apologize to Scientologists.

I knew it.

Does the trip include a fun-size snickers?

Well, you know the old formula: Comedy equals tragedy plus time. And you have been asleep for a while. So I guess it's actually pretty funny when you do the math.

Agreed. Thankfully I now have a librarian on my side.

Is that not the correct way to read them?

Am I the only one who takes these quizzes with the specific goal of getting a particular answer? Even answering each question based on what I think will get my goal?

Thanks, but Cave Johnson warned me about this already.

Isn't that the place where two patrons died of heart attacks?

I found this on Slate the other day. The secret history of the doughnut sex tip.

Olive Garden is the Nickelback of restaurants. They're not the worst, well, maybe not the worst, but easily the most hated.

Kinja hates me. Trying agian.

Edit: Fixed picture.