Yes! I couldn't live without one. I have one in a drawer for baking/cooking, and another by the sink for cleaning. :)

Delicious, but it wakes up me at 3a. Beer lets me sleep alllllll nigghhtttttttt.

Enjoy that Coney while you sit in the sprawling wasteland of SE. The rest of the state will be stuffing down pasties, grateful that we don't live in your burbs.

WTF is wrong with people? Can you imagine letting your teenage daughter create and then wear a shirt that read "Matt 1 Daisy 0." This poor family. I want more than a sentence for the jerks who ruined their lives—I want a new job for the mom, a new home to replace the one that was torched, money to put towards the…

Camille Paglia is the WORST. This story reminds me of her essay where she states that "A girl who goes upstairs alone with a brother at a fraternity party is an idiot. Feminists call this 'blaming the victim.' I call it common sense."

I'm sure you would preferred to keep your breasts, but I'm glad that you were able to get reconstruction. I would have made the exact same decision.

Bourbon is an balding, overweight, loud-talker. He's funny. He smokes a cigar, has a room full of animal head trophies, and doesn't like to be confused with either whisky or scotch.

I find male picky eaters to be effeminate. I can't stand it.

Anyone who has worked in a restaurant can tell you that diet soda lines corrode faster than the others. There is something wicked in diet soda. It doesn't even deserve to be called soda. It should be called "chemical drink" brought to you by the makers of Splenda.

He was 2% Native American. I don't know why he made the decisions that he did, but this all happened because he claimed he was Cherokee and thus protected under the Welfare Act. BULLSHIT. We're talking 2%. That means his GREAT GREAT GREAT GREAT grandparent was Cherokee. That is six generations before him, and all…

Her frock was awesome. They're crazy, and they should be ashamed of themselves for picking on a 13 year old.

Don't forget the meth. Ionia is the meth capital of Michigan.

Please try to separate the Juggalo movement from Faygo so that you can reasonably consider the deliciousness of something called, simply, "red pop." I don't know what it is, or what flavor it is supposed to be, but it's really, really good.

Chutney over soy? Really?

Wyatt Cenac open carries at the coffee shop, circa 2010. So funny!

After every massacre, gun sales soar. Shops run out of ammo. Gun owners never seem to reach the point of saying, "I think I have enough guns."

I am not interested in the pot conversation. I only want to talk about Bridget Fonda and her awesomeness. Maybe Leah Remini can pose the question of "What the hell happened to Bridget?"

One of the boys also tried to put his penis in her mouth, but she was too drunk to respond. But yeah, that's no big deal either...that's not real rape. Don't cry rape until we have a torn vagina, m'kay.

One of the Jackson girls? It's JANET (Ms. Jackson if you're nasty).

I was eager to read it, and I had high hopes to love it. I couldn't get past the gore. I don't want to read about entrails being hung on branches. It actually made me angry. Our culture is saturated with violence against women. It's on nearly every cop drama show, it's in the movies, video games, even porn is…