Rita calls it "pop-pop" to Trevor, if I remember correctly.

Answer: Rural Kentwood, Louisiana. Let's just say spelling is not the strongest suit for residents of Tangipahoa Parish. And then when you call the parents out on the misspelling, there's always the indignant "Well, I did it on purpose to be original!" bullshit.

I know TNG ran the well dry with the "Let's beat up Worf" trope, but to me the DS9 episode where he Royal-Rumbles the shit out of an entire Jem H'adar platoon seemed like an apology/concession to Michael Dorn. In an awesome way.

Yeah, but Combs NAILED each separate role. I never watched a Brunt (FCA!) episode and think, "Oh look, it's Weyoun."

That you remembered Love Spit Love and not "How Soon is Now" is alarming…

Give Terriers a chance!
Do the terrier dance!

Well, folks in Uptown/Downtown/Northeast Minneapolis are suckers for this kind of social media gimmick. It'll work great for a month, when people forget to check in somewhere with it because they have a new app that needs checking-in.

So this app is completely dependent
on an asshole like me not checking in everywhere around him, setting all wait times to 120 minutes?

Big Box of Paperbacks. There better be another box!

Solid firstie. Well played.

I think the OP's problem lies in leaving the theater AFTER you've puked it up.

You must not watch Bones. The brazen schilling for Toyota makes the Hyundai placement here both logical and acceptable.

"You take the blonde, I'll take the one in the toiban! GRRRRRRAAWRR!"

"He vas mein BOYFRIEND!"

Err…
Was there a sudden influx of middle-school traffic to the site?

HEY POO GUY!

Don't worry, The Dominion takes care of that.

I still listen to Sting…
But I never tried to be cool anyway.

Screwdrivers are my cold-remedy.

I think DS9 made up for that. He and Alexander Siddig had great chemistry.