The only good thing about Arby's is the horsey sauce.

As a housebound senior citizen I have the definite edge here. I shop online and don't have to deal with salespeople ... snooty, high-pressure, arrogant or otherwise. Basically, nobody at Amazon gives a crap what I buy. This is nice on so many levels.

I disagree with you on this, big time. The couple went into the shop to buy shirts for their parents. Nowhere does the post mention they wanted graphic lesbian shirts made. The store turned them away because they were two females holding hands. I think that kind of behavior is pathetic, inexcusable and hurtful for no…

He's in heaven. Holding onto mommy for dear life. Sweetest picture I've ever seen.

Maybe we can hire our own militia to point their rifles at Bundy.

Holy shit. I'm awfully damn glad to be 63 years old.

No. It was endometriosis. But nobody knew how to diagnose it without major abdominal surgery so they just kept loading me up with pain meds and called it "cramps."

I suffered from hemorrhages and severe pain for decades (1960s, 1970s, 1980s) back in the day before ultrasounds existed. Doctor after doctor prescribed enormous doses of prescription pain killers without ever investigating the cause of the pain. At one point I was drinking straight periogoric (Tincture of Opium; is…

Ever tried Loma Linda fake meat in a can? This stuff is TERRIFIC ... and vegetarian. You can buy it by the case on Amazon and I've written about it extensively on my own blog. (Click here.)

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Joan Rivers has ALWAYS made jokes like this. I saw her show in Las Vegas 35 years ago and it was just as crazy/raunchy/politically incorrect as it is now. Everybody just calm down. Joan is an institution and I love her to pieces.

I'm an "old" and don't know much about pop music. Is that Betsey Johnson on crack?

That's not Jesus. It's Charles Manson.

This actually reminds me of the "Belching Dragon" Chinese takeout menu parody I found in Mad Magazine back in the 1980s. Except Mad Magazine's menu was a JOKE. Check it out: http://howdygram.blogspot.com/2012/05/you-ca…. Thank you.

Cardboard. Ssshhh.

Hey. Come over for dinner tonight, okay?

You take a ball of raw ground meat, toss it on the grill and smash it flat with a spatula. Basically, it's just a faster route to that heart attack you were expecting in ten years.

He needs to cut back on the crack. Who the hell would eat this sickening, contrived shit?

From personal experience I think Oprah Winfrey is the genuine cunt in this story. I'm just saying.

She looks like Betsey Johnson on crack.