It's not so much that dozens are left out... If, as the headline says, best songs "of all times", why are we missing everything older than 1975? Like, for instance, "The Addams Family" (snap, snap), or "The Courtship of Eddie's Father"? "My Three Sons". "Micky Mouse Club"?

Beautiful. Triumphant. "STAAAAAAAANNNNNNDING TALLLLLLLLLL!"

No Greatest American Hero?!?!?! Out of all the above you posted... this tops them all.

Where the hell is Three's Company?

I find this acceptable, because one of my bunnies is also an adorable little chubby monster. I will probably accuse him of being a fatty boombalatty, a chubby wubby, and other monikers (that are really only okay for rotund bunnies and not people) in the future.

Honestly, I don't think Lindy is overreacting here. I mean, disregarding someones privacy and turning their bodies into a game for you and your pals to get off on is only going to blossom into bad behavior later on. Teenage boys are horny, I was one I know, but I never felt the need to be a pervert towards my teachers…

Welp.

Buy your Coach (carefully) on Ebay. I have a pretty good collection of vintage Coach leather bags. Aim for vintage and before bidding get them authenticated here:

This might be the first Cavalli dress I've ever loved. It's also possible I'm biased towards Gong Li

We call our one year old baby the Hutt (not to his face). He's not overweight but he has jowls like Winston Churchill.

I call the rabbit a "fatty boombah latty" sometimes

My grandpa was always calling my mom a fatsy boombalatsy when she was little. I thought it was funny because by the time she told me the story she didn't seem especially scarred by it. But I was there when he told my pregnant aunt, "You look fat" and she shot back, "You look old."

Mr. Z was later overheard saying "I know you are, but what am I?"

My mom was the youth group coordinator at our church when I was a teenager. Some of the kids in the group sang at the mass and one of them, who had a different sense of style, wore long black gloves. There was a big meeting held with the parish council and my mom and they said that they wanted my mom to do something…

This always happens to "developed" girls. Which is awful, in that the way your body exists is not necessarily within one's control.

Except for the "Any woman who is willing can get laid" bit, I related to that a _lot_. Whoa...

I'm generally a useless liar, but then, nearly all old houses in my town have a hole next to the front door with a small ornate cast iron gate around it that looks like this:

Dolly, you are now, as ever, my idol.

When my kids were small I used to tell them all the time that if they were ever lost, ever taken, I would never stop looking for them. I stopped saying that to them as they got older - didn't seem as important. I'm going to say that to them tonight. And hug them. No one should ever go missing and have no one looking…