I wash my legs, but I scrub the hell out of my feet. I’m a yoga teacher, and I’m barefoot in all sorts of athletic facilities. I’m also barefoot at home mostly. Feet get gross.

I for one wanted to saddle up.

Couldn't you just put a piece of plywood or fiberboard between your existing box spring and the Casper, if you need a solid flat surface?

Couldn't you just put a piece of plywood or fiberboard between your existing box spring and the Casper, if you need…

It is, and Bruce Willis was on Miami Vice. He was a domestic abuser/drug dealer.

We’ll definitely be the ones surviving both the zombie and robot apocalypses, because of the sheer number of guns, the shitty cell reception and the ability of tweakers to strip copper out of anything.

I’m 40 minutes (about 25 miles) east of the County. I'd never want to be caught down Keystone way by myself day or night, and I speak with the right accent. Between the Oxy and the meth you'll get killed for your car, or your phone, or just because you might have a smoke on you.

He seems to be doing push-ups much closer to chatturanga or tricep push-ups than standard. Elbows against ribs, shifting forward onto toes are my standard cues for chatturanga.

Which is all well and good until your kid has to sign up for health insurance, or apply for student loans, or pay taxes, at which point bureaucracy will inevitably screw it up and they will spend months trying to get their root canal paid for or proving they did, indeed, pay taxes in North Carolina.

Whyzdom. Makynnyn.P-Tom. Names of actual kids.

Cats, man. Try peeing with 2 cats fighting for dominance on your lap. I haven't used the bathroom alone at home for 24 years.

When reading the book I always pictured Bill as Ron Howard, both in his Opie phase and his grew-up-and-got-bald phase, because that's what happened to Bill, too.

I could take the bus to my job, sure, but it stops somewhere near my office around 11 am and leaves again at 3 pm. Which doesn’t exactly work for an 8-5 job. So no, public transport, especially in rural areas, isn’t always available.

You can google the recipe— the Guinness makes for a moist, intensely chocolate brownie. A chocolate or vanilla stout would work too. I may have come at the process as a culinary challenge— I don’t care for weed and can’t smoke it, but the brownies were fantastic. I ate one and it gave me vertigo so bad I couldn't…

Depending on the recipe, and method of THC extraction, you can pretty completely get rid of the taste. Using a Guinness brownie recipe and de-carbing the greens before making the butter, then straining through a gold filter. Takes about 5 hours.

That question I nearly always answered with “A sammich. I need a sammich.” I'm romantic like that.

I mean— why on earth would I expect my parents, one of whom is still working, the other of whom is battling stage 4 cancer, to just provide freebie anything for me? That's markedly NOT how I was raised. My folks are working-class farmers. I paid for my own damn college and car and everything else, like a grown-ass…

Counter-counter-counter point: it is another goddamned chore at the end of a long day full of other, more important shit to get done and is likely to do nothing but make peeing hurt and waste precious sleeping time.

I've had rose-and raspberry-rose filled macarons. The best way I can describe it was a moment of synesthesia, where I was eating the color pink.

Cassette tape: I caught my deeply weird little cat Chloe doing a butt-scoot and picked her up, unspooling about a foot of it out of her. Fortunately, the tape was flimsy enough that it didn’t harm her.

Are you using them to protect your legs from super-sharp corn leaves as you trundle through the fields on your International Harvester? Do you enjoy yeast infections?