SoullessMonster
SoullessMonster
SoullessMonster

I have no problem with a slight recliner in front of me. But if you lay down like it’s your damn Barcalounger in your living room and you refuse my polite request to move up a little bit, you’ll enjoy my periodic renditions of Moby Dick, Toad, and the Hot For Teacher intro on the back of your chair for the next 4

Nobody cares if you are “closer to our seat than we want”. It’s wrong when you’re IN our seat. If you don’t fit in a Coach seat, don’t be a cheap clod: buy a First-Class seat. Or rent a flatbed if it’s domestic travel.

I loved the sentiment in the article: “If it’s really that bothersome to you, I suggest coughing up the money for a first class seat.”

All the Madoff investors were greedy schmucks who got rooked. Who signs over their life savings to some random guy who promises insane earnings and won’t tell you how he makes them? It’s more amazing that supposedly sophisticated businessmen like the Wilpons fell for this, but whether you’re a little old lady OR a

I quadrupled my salary from age 27 when I got married to about age 42. Yet I didn’t change my lifestyle. Stayed in the crappy, ordinary house I found tough to afford payments on when I was making $30K. Bought two new cars in my life - one for $18K and one for $12, and paid cash for both. Still buy all my clothes off

Everything pales to being debt-free. I’m old so no student loans. Paid off my mortgage years ago (yay for pre-paying). Bought cars with cash. Kid goes to CUNY which is practically free.

I though the city was built on rock and roll.

Why all the manufactured outrage? We had the SB in New York. No one gave a shit because the Giants weren’t in it. They closed off a couple of blocks near Times Square for a big outdoor exhibition that was no more disruptive than any of the other temporary displays or bunch of protester assholes endemic to midtown. The

He’s not the only one. This was the first time I watched a show and thought maybe we’ve hit Peak Comic TV. It all seems kind of thrown-together, like Spider-Man 3. Hopefully it’ll get better.

The other reason they need to do away with the DH. (#1 is it’s Baseball for Dummies.) It favors the AL, who happen to already have an immobile professional hitter on their roster, while the NL team is stuck using their fourth outfielder or utility infielder or (shudder) a disintegrating Michael Cuddyer.

Indeed: why on earth do people buy pepperoni when there is a vast array of soppressattas and salamis out there?

Your brother in law must be making it wrong because that thing is heavenly.

We sold our first house to a young couple our age who were really cool at first, but must have got some advice from someone to play hardball and save money. We had agreed on a price and everything, yet suddenly they start coming back wanting money off for this and that, telling us we needed to replace things, etc.

Yeah, I always make sure to flush a couple times when someone is on a business call in a stall. Do not mess with my Fortress of Solitude.

My niece dated an Indian kid for a while. We were crushed when they broke up.

Last week I was washing my hands after a work dump. I heard a flush and a guy I had never seen before emerged from the stall, headed straight to the row of sinks, cupped his hand under the faucet, and proceeded to take a drink from his doody hand. All without even a feint at washing. I just stared incomprehensibly. He

Is Velma a Little Person now? That’s kind of an interesting twist.

You described at least half of all marriages. Probably more if people would really be honest with themselves. After 20+ years, that’s what there is. You’re family. Those weirdos in their mid-40s raving on facebook about how much in love they are with their spouse are compensating.

I was at a job for 18 years. I rose to the top of my profession in 12, running a large department to great acclaim. I never really killed myself with long hours, but I also missed family events, never took all my vacation time, took 3 sick days in 18 years. And one day they hired a new president who wanted to make his

Don’t care about 1-3; you are dead-on with #4. AL is Baseball for Dummies. It allowed Joe Torre to be considered a genius.