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Spice Weasel
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I work in a community that has only Wal-Mart.  And a scary one, at that.  By Wal-Mart standards, even.  Thankfully, Mr.W works within walking distance of a Target.  This means he does most of the grocery shopping.  Which makes it weird when I do the shopping instead, because I don't grocery shop often and he'll be

Coffee:

Fuck those goddamn banana Tic-Tacs.

This is The Most Reasonable Discussion of 2013.  Calling it.

So very late.  No time to scroll through 1200 comments (already?! damn!), but my friend and I say the next two Pixar transportation movies will be Buses and then Segways.

Are there any fresh, original plots left out there for sitcoms that DON'T involve farting?

Beau Bridges' farts are far more potent than glue.

I've made a huge mistake.

I believe they renamed it the poop deck, so there's your answer.

Wow.  That escalated quickly.

Hudson is a perfect driving home after work on a rainy day song.

Weirdly, at first, I really didn't like it very much, but have been playing it at work and it's quickly becoming a favorite of mine.  Like, I want to listen to it every day favorite.  That doesn't happen much.  Hello Nasty was another one like that.

WTF

GOD DAMN.  Celebrities really need to stop asking for money for this crap.  Kickstarter and its ilk have done changed the game, and sometimes it helps the rest of us peons who can't afford to fund our own projects, but now it mostly serves as a way for celebrities to act like crap bags and ask us for cash.

*appreciates username synergy*

*tells @avclub-75e43c12ef9f1cfdaeae92ca6fa90640:disqus not to feel unpretty*

*refuses to clean bathroom because don't want no scrubs*

I'm holding out for the TLC biopic that explains the network's spiral from showing actual informative and interesting programming to My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding That Resulted in a Family of Ridiculous Proportions and Now We All Bake Cakes and Get Divorced and Live Vicariously Through Our Children by Forcing Them Into

The Mr. Derisgreat thing killed me.  I am a ghost now.

Same, but made sense because he was too busy being exasperated/interrupted by Calculon.