they do get their own share of fuckery at times.

Two things, 1) Weird Al is a musical fucking genius and I refuse to acknowledge anyone who disagrees and 2) you made me have to look up a word and I am angry that I learned something today. At least it wasn't math.

This comment actually made me burst out laughing.

This one involves revenge (albeit accidental) on a boss. In High School I worked as a busboy and dishwasher at this "Bonanza/Ponderosa" ripoff—basically a stand-in-line steakhouse (classy, right?) with a salad bar and a free soft serve machine. The guy who owned it was OK, but his wife took her role as the restaurant…

Who are these DA MENZ' you keep talking about?

All the staff were so professional and she was an obnoxious beast. They deserve all sorts of praise.

That's likely because there were no actual musicians on the stage. The background music indicates that they approached her between supporting acts/the main act. Even if you're at a death metal concert, the crowd is going to be considerably mellower while they're standing around waiting for someone to come on stage.

A four month old baby absolutely needs ear protection. Doesn't matter what kind of concert. Nursing in public, I've got no problem with that, but without ear protection at a concert baby's hearing can be irreversibly harmed.

my delicate flower of a daughter is three months old and beats every one of us, hands down. We do actually call her Tootie.

Her contributions will not go unsung.

Pooting is a really funny word to me. Like funnier that farts.

Not to nitpick, but "cure" and "prevent" do not mean the same thing. If they did, my husband would not have lymphoma. That man can clear a whole house.

You're welcome, everyone.

I'd like to thank the lady that was next to me in yoga class, for preventing me from getting cancer.

I would slobber all over that Ranger's camera, if you know what I mean.

Why does all logic suck if we pronounce it "jiff"?

I just saw a recipe recommending doing it with tequila & serving the chunks on skewers with a slice of salt-crusted lime. Planning to try it this weekend, actually.

I adore the fact that our readers have a demonstrable fluency in Food Network reality show casts.

She would say yes, too but she got the results of the test back - she definitely has breast cancer.

It's ok, because you'remyfavoritecustomerheydoggiekeepthechange