Really? I'd say "no comment" and otherwise keep my mouth shut.

Something tragic may have happened, but that ALONE doesn't necessarily mean that anybody did anything to her.

These kids today, with their hippin and their hoppin and their bippin and their boppin…

No, that would imply we had a high opinion of her in the first place. I still remember when she defended Ted Danson for wearing blackface. She just likes to be "controversial".

"White people report new like this… But black people report news like this…"

Vultures are an important part of the food web and the ecosystem. Stop demeaning them by calling them "pieces of shit". I hope beyond hope that someone in your family is reincarnated as a vulture.

Jesus folk, like Stapp, are always saying that everything is "part of God's plan". So if God wanted Stapp to go crazy, who are we to question His will? We shouldn't feel bad for him; we should rejoice!

I think it was something about getting blowjobs from groupies on a tour bus, or something like that.

"Well, it just so happens that I've written dozens of comments on various Scott Stapp articles in the past few weeks." Why would someone admit to that?

Something about blow jobs on a tour bus, I think. I remember reading it about it earlier in the year. While Stapp was doing his Jesus act, he was getting groupie head in the bus.

What you said was worse than anything Josh said in this post.

That was my first thought. I'm imagining lots of pick-a-ninnies.

That's arguable.

Even if it were a better movie, would it matter? Isn't everyone pretty sick of James Franco at this point?

Ha ha.

Chekhov's Sneeze

There are many people in my family with whom I don't have a close relationship or who are not wonderful people, but I still hug them and greet them warmly every time I see them because they're family and it's the polite thing to do. If Grandma is a sex offender, that's different. But to simply teach a child that hugs…

A world where hugs from Grandma are unwelcome would be a sad world, indeed.

Or one of the rare moments that makes you believe in karma.

I read about them in the AARP magazine.