What an inconsiderate turd. They should feed him to a giant weta!

Many people don’t realize this, but radish greens are also edible. Mr. Sububi and I like them in salads.

Hmmm. I got married several weeks before my 32nd birthday. Mr. Sububi, however, had turned 32 several weeks before the wedding. So I think I’ll refrain from telling him this!

Maybe I’ve become improbably squeamish with age, but a major reason why I’m not keen to have pets is that I don’t think I could take those damn buttholes being both constantly visible and in frequent contact with random surfaces.

I call shenanigans. With the exceptions of a few obscure tropical species, wasps don’t leave their stings stuck in your skin the way honey bees do. They pull them right back out, and if they’re still in a stinging mood, they can stick you again.

I moved to an area that’s just lousy with Sonics, and have never been tempted to go there. I’m one of those cranks who hates getting food or drinks at anything resembling a drive-through window. I’d rather stand in line for 15 minutes at a fast food place than use the drive-in, which usually breaks even time-wise…

Unless it was northern CT, in which case it would be a laid-off mall clerk who was pissed off that Friendly’s didn’t serve kielbasa or ziti, and was also murderously fed up with Cox Communications user support.

I second. I grew up in Friendly’s country, and what you want to do is stick to the ice cream. You can get mediocre luncheonette food there, but it’s not their strong point. The ice cream is the thing.

I love the taste and smell of coconut, but when I cook with coconut oil, I can never smell or taste it in the finished product.

Wait, didn’t this actually happen to the writer Anne Lamott and her best friend about 25 years ago?

Fire ants rampant on a field of kudzu.

This brings back memories of my wild youth. You insert a diaphragm after putting spermicide into the concave side, and then leave it in for several hours after sex. It holds a barrier layer of spermicide against the cervix until any remaining sperm are inviable. (If you have sex again during that time window, you…

Psssst.

My parents both liked steaks well done, and in Dad’s case, smothered with onions. I grew up hating steak the way most kids hate Brussels sprouts.

I’m just impressed by their ability to keep those things on! Are there actually pins and clips that work for that purpose?

I hereby suggest that we retire the expression “tramp stamp” and repace it with “Trump stamp”!

I started getting yearly flu shots when I was working in a hospital IT department at the same time that my father was immunocompromised from cancer treatment. I get really incensed when hospital employees, clinical or otherwise, refuse vaccines.

When I was 40, I suddenly began to have internal pain during orgasm — a transient dull ache on one side that lasted just long enough to spoil the fun. My doctor ordered an ultrasound, which revealed a benign ovarian tumor. After it was removed — no more pain.

Holy shit. That’s straight out of the plot of “The Juniper Tree”. Even the Brothers Grimm knew how horrifying that is.

Yup, the Peter Principle at work.