For a nation obsessed with investing, we sure are shitty at investing in our children.

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This is how I picture the Black Death personified.

Wash him, feed him, hug him, tell him he's handsome, and then tuck him in at night and wish him a good day at school the next day, mom.

"I love it when you can open jars."

My dog also appreciates these suggestions.

Dr. Oz claims

Agreed. Five days a week, I'm in a suit and heels with makeup and perfectly styled hair. If I'm not on the clock, it's an elastic waistband and flip flops. I may look sloppy, but I'm rich. Eat me.

I'm a Gen Xer, so I say everyone else is stupid.

At least they're not on your lawn any more. That's something.

As an internet commenter, I am unfamiliar with these concepts of being self-absorbed or drawing attention to oneself.

I'm feelin ya, Andy Richter.

Man Candle Underwear. Like sawdust.

They make laundry spray too... though sane people tend to spray that on sheets, not briefs. But I suppose the soothing smell of lavender from Provence could be nice on your junk.

I so hoped the brand name would have been Foul Ball.

The picture notes that the underwear will be available "pour Les Petits"- for kids. What should my 6 year old's briefs smell like? (Slugs, snails, puppy dog tails?)

I'd be down for whatever Ron Swanson smells like. I'm guessing it's somewhere between Barrel Fire and Thermos Full of Whiskey.

Is that a musky pear in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?

CHAWKLIT. <—must be spelled that way

Baguette.