Yeah, that's always a pretty sinister name, no matter which way you slice it.

Well, she goes on to say that after having crossed the ultimate taboo of cannibalism, the flesh of lesser creatures holds no further appeal.

I think maybe a particularly exquisite hand grenade.

I just want to salute al-Mana and Gwen Rogers for fulfilling the duties of Sugar Daddy and Side Piece so admirably. He seems to have been sufficiently lavish in his generosity, and she's appropriately circumspect in her comments. I'm happy for the both of them.

Babies whitewash untrustworthy people the way Swiss banks launder drug money. He's practically an accomplice!

I have a ball. Perhaps you'd like to bounce it?

Oh boy, Nick Lachey is really trying to make this Hot Dad thing happen. Come, tell us all how responsible and caring you are as you promote "A Father's Lullaby," the new CD produced by the caring professionals of Fisher-Price.

Criticize all you want, but I just saw this picture of him and Anderson Cooper teaming up to track down the Boston bombers. Put that in your pipe and smoke it!

If anything, it just goes to show that the courts in this country are pretty hostile to the basic idea of adoption, as they're EXTREMELY hesitant to sever parental rights under any circumstances. If there's any chance, any possibility, or any loophole, the courts won't hesitate to overturn anything. The rights of…

"I'm sorry, but may I please speak to a good ol' boy? I don't think this conversation is going anywhere."

I think he's doing the passive aggressive Sad Dad, because he don't get the way kids do stuff nowadays. It's okay, though, he's just settin' here, and she can call and explain things any time she wants.

Just let it remain a mystery — the truth couldn't help but disappoint. Besides, we're talking about some mutaween's idea about what women go for anyway. Probably their mustaches were too thick and lustrous or something.

This could actually be brilliant, if they structure it like he's an addict having a relapse. Kool-Aid Man thought he had his life back under control, but then he falls off the wagon and returns as the force of chaos and destruction we all know and love.

See, I hate this ad, because it looks like Kool-Aid Man is finally on his meds. No more manic episodes, no more passion. The part where he plows through the front door makes it look like he's Xanax-ed to the gills.

Imma let you finish, Adele, but Meadow Soprano had the most ridiculous memoir of all time! That's right, at the salty age of 21, she "co-authored" a book subtitled "What I've learned about Life, Love, and Loss." She later regretted the crappy pop album, but no word on her life in letters. Maybe if it was acceptable…

Jennifer Rubin at the Washington Post farted out some stupid tweet using the bombing to score political points the other day. I checked it out on Twitter, and when I saw MoGlo be the first one to make the connection and call her on it I was like "Yeeeeahhh, go get 'em!" https://twitter.com/JRubinBlogger/…

That's what kills me about that song. If you bother paying attention to it, which I don't recommend you do, you realize it's a full layer cake of musical appropriation. I knew it was a rip-off from the start, but I still can't believe how completely brazen it was.

Well, one of the talking head terrorism consultants on the teevee said all the smoke after the explosion might mean it was a black powder device. If that's the case, that suggests domestic terrorism to me.

Anyone feeling confused and frightened can just tune in to CNN and immediately be distracted by their annoyance with Wolf Blitzer. He still sucks, the sun will rise again tomorrow, and whatever shitty organization is behind this isn't any close to having their goals met.