Wow, that packaging reminds me of shopping with my grandparents in the 80s at the PX at the naval base. Nothing said “fancy” like giant block lettering on white boxes!

I feel like Trevor Noah’s Trump Twitter Library exhibition really ought to be good enough.

Jesse Ventura- “I ain’t got time to die!”

Who is your health care provider and what to they do?

I’ve got an opossum in my neighborhood that’ll do it for $40.

If I’m just cooking for household members and don’t care about presentation scores, I’ll just make a slit with a paring knife and take a peek.

Did they get everyone pregnant rats or did yours just happen to be pregnant? Cause the former just sounds a little fucked up.

That is some fantastic grade-D Photoshopping in the header image!

Do they supply you with the plate? Or do you eat it in layers from the jar?

I still can’t figure out how to even get the slideshow comments to show up reliably!

Thanks for sharing the latest shortcut.  The changeover on some of the other sites is driving me nuts since I can’t find any new content.

I wonder how many of the In-N-Out employee responses are from new locations vs. old ones. I occasionally pass one that opened a year ago and they have over 20 cars in the drive-thru and a long line of pedestrians lined up every damn time. Regardless of one’s team, that level of sustained busyness would drain on a lot…

Maybe they were out sick.

Plus, she already played Bewitched, so all she needs after this is Jeannie and maybe The Movie Star and she’ll have old tv show Yahtzee!

I would stop at Starbucks on the way to work about twice a month for a flat white, but in the last 10 months (!) of working from home I’ve been maybe 3 times. I miss the flat whites, but I can’t quite convince myself to drive to Starbucks and then drive back home to start my workday.

I think Tiger Woods is the most recent golfer I know for sure, so I am a poor judge of important golfers. (What’s the line about it ruining a good walk?)

I knew who Jack Nicklaus and Arnold Palmer was when I was a young kid in the 80s and no one in our family watched golf, so I assumed they were ubiquitous then. Compare to now when I don’t know any golfers’ names, except that I think one of them might be a Bubba? (unless he’s retired?)

I may not be the most erudite, deep person all the time, but if I ever say “If you know me at all, you know that I live for face oil,” please inform me that I’ve truly fucked up life.

You’ve just given me an idea for the (gifted) habanero chili pepper jam that’s been sitting open in the fridge for 2 months!

Hello! Spoiler warning!!!