Yes—considering what men wore around their necks at that time, it's odd that this movement focused on trousers.

From The Code of the Woosters:

Not that anyone asked, but this is why there's such a thing as soup du jour.

I seem to recall hearing a rule-of-thumb to the effect that men who laugh nervously when confronted by homosexuality are likely to be closet cases.

The really crucial health disadvantage of obesity isn't among the healthy obese (obviously), or even obese people who have a few problems but they're out and around.

Didn't realize U of Phoenix gave neuroscience degrees.

The point is that, as scientific beliefs, they are not on even grounds.

Read this slow:

Black. White. Black. White. Black. White. Black. White.

Just out of curiosity, 1world, how old are you?

Not that you asked, but you might want to see if they can get their end-of-life wishes in separate documents (one for each parent), get them notarized (ideally, their primary physician should also sign it), and make sure these papers are some specified place (e.g., "bottom-left-hand drawer, mom's desk, in a folder…

There isn't a lot of support for heroic measures to extend the lives of permanently obtunded patients of any age.

Just a suggestion about braised/long-cooked dishes: Instead of cooking them on the stove, you might try bringing them to a boil on the stove (with maybe a little more liquid), covering them with a tight lid, and finishing them in the oven, using either of two strategies:

Yet another wingnut subsidy to bad parenting.

Forgive the obvious-stating, but these douche-bags don't do this because they're religious Jews. They do it because they're douche-bags. Their religion just offers a handy excuse to exercise their douche-baggery. [1] Christians and Muslims have douche-bags like that too.

Not just that—the NRA and its hare-brained defenders keep insisting that the media keeps hiding all these cases where some citizen stopped a crime with his shootin' iron.

Forgive the plug, but there's a product, Sunstar GUM Soft-Picks, which are these tiny green rubber brushes that are pliant enough to fit between your teeth and dislodge whatever lurks there. Drug stores usually display them near the floss. Their packaging claims they're as good as flossing. I don't know if that's…

Leftovers can be dipped in chocolate and served after dinner.

Beat me to it.

My guess: Mrs. B. just dropped some lobster salad on her skirt.