Ohh! Now do one for:
Melanie
Melissa
Jennifer
Emily
Catherine (all spelling variants)
Steven
Brad
Mavis
Brad

I remind my Yankee friends about belk every year when the bowl game rolls around, and encourage them to try it with a porter or stout.

Thanks for featuring the Bobcats. I'm an OU alum, and they're an example of another problem with Bowl Bloat: OU lost money on their bowl appearances in 2010, 2012 and 2015, and that's just the three I can think of off the top of my head from my own school. I'm sure there are others but I have no idea how widespread…

But without the Belk Bowl, how would we grow awareness of belk, North Carolina's beloved half-beer, half-milk cocktail?

And new participants get to play a round-robin qualification mini-tournament to determine their seed in the actual tournament! I love it!

When the quality of your gift is left to chance or luck of the draw and the preferences of those who have chosen before you, that's not really a "competition," is it?

That's why you also cap the number of times a gift can be stolen. My office has a two-steal max. If you steal it and someone steals it from you, it's out of play.

A friend gave me a bottle of gin that had been aged in a bourbon barrel. It looks like watered-down whiskey and I haven't yet dared to even open the bottle because the idea of those flavors mixing just doesn't seem right.

Please, call him Garry.

Now I have to look up this backstory. My super-Catholic grandparents from Kentucky always had Manischewitz as the wine in their otherwise bourbon-heavy liquor cabinet.

The "Have you tried pants?" sketch loses a lot without the real, true Cannonball music bed.

A one-song Christmas playlist: "Fairytale of New York," on repeat, for two weeks straight.

Tossed by Anna Faris, no less.

My work here is done.

"Why would we make these up? We wouldn't make this up. That would be a huge waste of everyone's time."

Slim Organbody or GTFO.

I understood your argument that the holiday was essentially a MacGuffin, and I counter-argue that it's wrong because Christmas is the only holiday worth the intercontinental travel to this particular Grizzled New York Cop.

John McClane wouldn't have flown from New York to LA for any old holiday party, and it was clear at the beginning that he was really only there for his kids (planning to stay with his old Captain in Pomona, not with his wife).

I'm grateful for efforts like this because now I have the vocabulary to express why I'm viscerally repulsed by some houses.

What about the foods that give me GOOD gas?