Rochelle, Rochelle? Yeah—my doctor, Dr. Van Nostrom recommended it.

One Christmas my sister-in-law made us try mashed cauliflower as a potential replacement to mashed potatoes.

Didn’t Amy Schumer cover this already?

There is, but only one. And he’s a basket case. :)

I just take a big mouthful from the bottle and then slowly spray it into/over my food. It does leave a bit of an aftertaste, but it is precise control.

The problem with Arsenal is they always try to walk it in.

What in the actual opera-singing hell is that picture of? Mango and pineapple? That is not salsa. That is fruit salad. I don’t care what you do to it or what you add to it, fruit does not belong in salsa.

A newly discovered use: it can help ferret out mealy-mouth, shithead pharmacists, too.

Holy shit would I have that pharmacist’s head on a pike in my front yard if that happened to my wife. Doesn’t the simple fact that it was prescribed by a doctor make it as medically necessary as it needs to be for a damned pharmacist? Why the fuck should a pharmacist have any say in that at all? He (or she!) is there…

No shit. Not only would I vote for him, I think that after seeing this I might be required to no longer refer to myself as “male”. Damn.

My wife went through this as well when she first started taking anti-depressants. She gave the old arguments that she should just “cheer up”. I had to hammer at her for weeks that it was a physical issue, and to argue that she should just make herself feel better was like telling a diabetic they should just handle…

NO NO NO.

First, thank you for your continued responses. I really, really appreciate you taking the time to respond, and I value your input.

A little suggestion: if, like me, you have accepted and welcome our digital streaming overlords, it is a worthwhile thing to pick a provider and stick with them. Music is less important, but with movies in particular, it is quite irritating to have to sign in to three different services to find the movie you want to…

You should try Akron, Ohio. Or maybe suburban Jefferson City, MO. You know—something different than where you live now.

They are herbivores, they spend a great deal of their time sleeping and examining objects (fucking yes!) and their only enemy is the human, a monster that’s pushed every species of the beloved sea cow to near extinction.

I'm not trying to be a smart ass here, and I've rewritten this post about 20 times, but I'm really lost. In this thread alone, I am told that (as a white man):

I have to say—that comment was starting to sound like it was going to go a whole different direction for a while there. :)

So you are in the bar with your white friend having a drink. You start talking about any of this, and you just want him to nod and not say anything?

“Nearly” being the key word.