I know! Andrew Morton needs to climb down from his mountain of money and write a book on them.

Yeahhhhh...surgery might have helped, but the cynic in me thinks that Les Moonves probably helped a bit more.

I KNOW!

Hey, when Simon LeBon first got engaged...man. I don't even want to tell you what I did to that (Claire, I believe?) girl's picture. Age 13 is the freaking worst.

A random sampling difficult subjects I sprung on my Mom from approx 1979- 1986 thanks to Judy Blume:

Fuck that noise. no matter how much they win, they will never be the North Stars. WE INTEND TO HOLD THAT OVER THEM FOREVER!!!

I just about fell out of my chair laughing. (..and yes, I am a 12 yo boy)

Rybak is the bomb. I hope he runs for president someday.

Vigo from GB2.

This is what I thought the tat was at first and briefly thought he was cool.

Ah! Companero's! I still call it Compadres even though it changed names about 15 years ago.

I hope his next decree is demanding that they add another level to Compadres and the ordering the immediate destruction of Zorbaz.

I almost feel sorry for Justin Bieber. These teens get caught up in this fame at the worst possible time in their emotional development. He obviously needs some responsible party to just tell him to to chill the hell out and invest wisely, but instead he has some doorknob telling him those pants are acceptable to…

Prepare for being peed on ...a lot. Don't be alarmed by baby morning wood, as I was.

I have an in-law who is a part-time trapper in the Mpls metro area and southern metro and it is kind of nuts to see the amount of money he makes. He got audited by the IRS three years running because the amount of cash he was claiming set off all kinds of bells.

Oh god...I have fallen down down the CDAN rabbit hole only to go farther down into the DM, and THEN, if you are really lucky, the DM will pull you over to to The Tatler and then next thing you know it is November and you are so very cold and tired.

I admire her commitment to her craft, but DAMN! I just get exhausted looking at her sometimes.

Anytime any gets too high-falutin' about living in Minnesota, I feel compelled to point out that there is no Waffle House here. This place is a barren, desolate, waffle-less wasteland.

I actually just go to the Minute Clinics at CVS or Target. It qualifies under my copay as an office visit. I wear an inner-ear piece headset for about 11 hours a day, so my one ear gets jammed up a lot.

Out of all the horror and drama about this case, and everyone is piling on this dispatcher? Come on, people!