Until I read the "medical science" bit, my overwhelming thought was: Who the hell is in the market for a single human testicle?

And speaking of fast travel, there's the weathervane from Link To The Past!

One of my favourite SNES games; hell, one of my favourite games period. I've been replaying it for what must be the 20th time at home recently.

Will not work on colonial-era wooden dentures.

While I agree with you, everyone else is going to rip you apart and I do not envy you the vitriol you're going to see in your Replies box over the next couple of days.

On the one hand, funny story. On the other hand, wow those people are lucky the rest of the house didn't catch fire.

Patrick Stewart doesn't age. His head just gets smoother.

A small disclaimer that should go without saying: nothing in here is going to make you rich or pay your bills. The idea is to make a bit of extra cash while you idle in the checkout line, in a waiting room, or without doing anything at all. With the exception of large capital investments or owning a business, most…

And just like that, I know how I'm going to teach my nephew to cook.

Awkward moment with my parents: Looking for something to watch together on pay-per-view, my mother sees this and says "Oh, a murder story! Like on the 48 Hours Mysteries!" None of us had any idea what we were in for.

I've got no emotional stake in the Cincinnati chili issue, but I'm starting to wonder if all of you are talking about the same dish that I was told is Cincinnati chili: ordinary old spaghetti, with ordinary chili and ordinary cheddar cheese on top. Have I been misled, or is everyone else putting really awful chili on…

Ah, I see. While we're on the subject, I've got a friend who swears up and down that the only thing a (non-Stroganoff) cream sauce needs is melted cream cheese; any opinion on that?

Is making a simple cream sauce really as easy as putting sour cream over heat? Could I seriously have been doing that for other pasta dishes this whole time?

Why must you dangle this temptation in front of me when all of my cooking implements are packed into cardboard boxes, Burneko?! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY

That was a heartwarming tale. Reminds me of the time I accidentally gave myself food poisoning by eating sliiiiightly undercooked sausages.... the day before being best man at my best friend's wedding. Long story short, I held it together during the ceremony, but there is an alternate universe where I stand up to give…

Maybe it's more of a local thing, then; here in Ontario, it seems like we have to put up with this shit at least once a year. My personal favourite was when fewer than 1000 bus drivers decided to fuck up the livelihoods of 40,000 low-income families, single parents, students, old folks, and everyone else who can't…

You missed a HUGE category: Any unionized job in the public sector. You'll learn all the skills you need for a Die Hard-esque "Give me what I want or I shut this city down!" campaign of villainy. Bonus evil points to teachers for using kids as pawns and putting them in the line of fire.

Kids tease each other over all kinds of stupid shit; big deal. For example: when I was very young, other kids said my freckles were the result of dog crap thrown at me through a screen door. The question is, are we going to raise our kids to treat every taunt as a sword through the heart or to toughen the fuck up and…

Speaking of pumpkin, I was recently tricked by a food magazine into adding canned pumpkin to a pot of chili. The result, while still edible, both looks and smells like someone else has already eaten it. Don't make the same mistake I did.

I can help with #2, sort of. I made an apple pie just before Thanksgiving (fuck all y'all and your later harvest season, real men celebrate Thanksgiving in October) and forgot to peel the apples; the cooked peels had an odd texture, but it was still tasty.