When I worked at a newspaper, a reporter wore a suit, had the typical "reporter" hat, and a press pass that said "Clark Kent." But his tie was loosened and his shirt was partially open to reveal a Superman shirt underneath. It looked really good.

The Lions, man. We actually have good players rather than putting all our hopes on one or two players.

Papa John is a Republican asshole, anyway.

My dad used to let me have sips of his PBR. There's a picture of me, after having stolen his beer, tipping the can back over my head to get the last drips.

Especially since the comment was from Satan.

I'm jumpy, but none of this scared me.

I was obsessed with Christopher Pike. What's sad is that the library I used to work at didn't have any because they weren't circulating.

Was your friend Tina Belcher?

You should show it to them at the class reunion.

They'll just piece together past recordings.

I'm currently watching "Karla," which stars Laura Prepon. It's weird seeing Misha Collins as such a creep after watching him on "Supernatural."

I live in a small town outside of Ann Arbor that blends the typical Ann Arbor taste with the more rural. For example, we have a very nice theater that brings in Broadway talent, but we also have a sporting goods store that hangs hunters' dead deer for all to see.

As long as we don't stoop to that, we can keep the friendly vibe here. I would rather hang with a Libidinous Kettle than drive down a highway of despair. That said, when do we get to work on the highway of cookies?

I'm a year older than her, and I'm always shocked at how certain women who are younger than me look WAY older. Just look at Courtney Stodden. Dear god.

I always figured it was a way to keep their annoying wives happy. Where most rich husbands will finance a boutique for their wives, famous/super-rich husbands get their wives reality shows.

I've never had that problem as I met all my men in real life. Like normal people.

My grandmother was missing half a finger from a factory accident.

You managed to pick out the two worst parts of the state—and Detroit has some very nice parts to it. I live an hour away from Detroit, and I love it. I live next to a large park and river. But at the same time, there is a little coffeeshop down the road, and I can get decent wine at the gas station a mile from my…

It was brought up because she couldn't decide if she wanted to be the person to counter the woman and try to get her to drop her prejudices, or if she should just cut ties.

I worked with a woman (a lesbian) who was convinced one of her friends— who was completely against the LGBT lifestyle— was only her friend so she could say awful things. She could then use my co-worker as validation that her comments weren't that terrible.