Yan is a favorite in these parts.

Well, now that Buckley’s dead, poor Ross has no one to go skinny dipping with. Might as well test the waters.

I’d swap out the Jelly Bellies for Nerds, but otherwise this is an extremely solid list.

LUST: I submit to you the Australian brown antechinus...

I’ve never stolen someone’s Lexus at a stoplight, found out they were listening to the Backstreet Boys, and then decided to turn the music UP and sing along with it cause ain’t nothin’ but a heart ache.

I’m just tired of the mixed messages. First it’s “don’t do drugs,” then it’s “don’t play with ghosts.” Well, which is it??? The drugs are the only thing that keeps them away!

There is some of this in play, but until Biden starts talking about jamming crystals up his chakra, there is actually a difference between them.

Wait, what?  Why hasn’t that been in every damn headline?

My dad proposed to my mom by giving her, on her birthday, a box that looked suspiciously like a vacuum cleaner, which she had said she badly needed (but which would obviously have been a total mistake to actually get for her birthday). She was, in the telling, ten seconds from dumping his ass when she realized there…

...problem?

That’s fucking sad. I’m 37, never saw either of them in their first run, but college roommates watched in syndication when I was around. Seinfeld wasn’t the funniest thing ever, but it did have its moments, and its characters were weirdly endearing in their own sometimes terrible ways - plus it has a short list of…

I feel like everyone buried the lead here.

*Ginger beer.

I’ve never met an animal protein that was better boiled than it would have been cooked literally any other way (lobster is a special exception given how big a pain in the ass it is to kill any other way, and extract either before or after cooking). Even just roasted or pan fried with nothing but salt, pepper, and…

Yeah, that’s fair. I should probably keep an eye on the ironic line-blurring.

There’s sort of a stereotype of Tesla owners having this elevated sense of self-worth and entitlement... like all stereotypes, this is likely unfair and can’t possibly be true for all Tesla owners...

Football runs on toxic masculinity. If a dude with My Little Pony facepaint ruins your shit, that means that by extension you don’t even reach “pathetic little girl” status on the field. It’s one thing to be bested by a guy dressed up like Darth Vader or Mad Max, but if people who like... ugh... feminine things beats…

I wish I had your touch-typing skills.

Damn, every time I think David Brooks can’t be topped (see below) along comes Peggy.

That was the first thing that jumped out at me - how can the manager guarantee this person being served upstairs if the standards up there aren’t lax as hell? Is this a shady VIP room where they damn well know nobody has any interest in being a narc?  This sounds a bit scuzzy to me.