Nothing brings us adults more joy than messing with the unsuspecting minds of toddlers! This reminds me of the baby meeting her dad's twin for the first time...

This isn't insane, but still one of my fondest travel memories.

Their hot chocolate is definitely the best. It reminds me of sitting at a rink watching an early morning hockey game.

Seriously, like who cares? What if she doesn't have a daughter? What if she has a daughter and she never gets married/wants to marry/ have a wedding? Why would you make decisions about your present life based on what some hypothetical future person may or may not like?

Ooh, Uber, this isn't to do with the Emmys but hopefully we have your attention for off-topic things too. Albert over at Foodspin ranked the flavours in Neopolitan ice cream thusly:

Hey, don't blame the proofreader! It was the racist caption writer's assholery that got them in this mess.

This is such an important point! When I was a teen (I'm early twenties now, for context) I struggled to fall asleep early, no matter how exhausted I was. I just ended up spending my high school years chronically sleep deprived and depressed. When I got to college and was able to schedule later classes, it was…

There was so MUCH to do! Plus watching MTV2 at midnight was the funnest ever.

High school me would've loved more sleep, but starting school later wasn't going to solve that problem. I took a full load every semester (even my senior year when I only needed 2 1/2 credits to graduate), had cheer practice a few days a week, games at least once a week most of the year, a couple clubs I joined to pad…

Or...you know...don't follow the model of a thoroughly failed state?

Your husband might want to talk to his uncle and see if grandfather has a long-term health insurance policy. For several years, I cared for my grandmother at home and her long-term policy provided visiting nurses and home health aides that came to bathe her, which was a tremendous help to me. The policy also paid out…

When I was pregnant, I attended a potluck hippie housewarming party, and I was cautioned to avoid the chocolate chip cookies because they had pot in them. Theoretically, if someone hadn't warned me in time, and I lived in Alabama, and my name was nerdybirdy, I would have told my doctor this story when I popped…

I live seven hours south of Vancouver, B.C.

I don't think there's anything wrong with looking down on someone because of things that they can control. It's when you look down on someone because of factors beyond their control (race/gender/sexuality/religion/nationality/etc.) that we run into issues.

wants never-frozen patties, wants to pay pennies for it, wants the staff to be relatively cheerful. pick two, good sir.

To be fair, it was only served during their Pol Potluck night.

But I mean, the word Nazi has such a long a storied history that has nothing to do with Adolf Hitler. Shouldn't we just try to take it back? With pasta? So that no one has to feel threatened by it?

OT: but does anyone else weirdly like school supplies? like i could spend an hour in office depot or staples, lovingly pouring over the post its.

Not food related, but my favorite of my own dumb criminal experiences was when I worked at Best Buy many moons ago. I worked in the Home Theater department and the register for that department was in what we nicknamed the "dark alley" of the store — it was set all the way in the back corner and surrounded by large TV…

I'm of the mindset that PMS removes the bullshit-tolerance all women have, and puts us on dude-level for a few days. Guys rarely put up with shit, and they don't have to justify it with a hormonal imbalance. I like my PMS for that reason - I don't have to pretend to give a shit when I'm just not feeling it. It's…