This wins as grossest story (and sad too). People were like, this water is funky tasting, ew! and still drank it? I'd throw up every time I'd think about it.

Only if Yvette Nicole Brown will play me. (We look nothing alike- why, do all black people look the same to you?!)

I went to school with a dude named Chris Brown! I'm unaware of any beatdowns he might have issued, but he had vitiligo and therefore clued me in that Michael Jackson hadn't made up that disease.

Aw, Duke, never change!

The idea of someone spending that much money on a ring for me makes me ill. I totally sympathize with her.

I can say I'm a bio-female, but if I identify as male, that makes me trans. If I'm a bio-female and I identify as female, that makes me cis. Sometimes you have to spell it out. For those times, these words.

I'd ask him about checking for sleep apnea. I use a CPAP (I call it my 'PAP) and it makes all the difference, for me and for those that have to sleep around me. Not the sexiest I've ever looked, but I'll live better.

This is me. Last winter was super awesome and I spent every moment I could outside. This year, I have the energy of a hibernating bear and if I'm not at work, I'm curled up in front of my computer. I need more sunshine in my life.

I had some nachos with corn kernels and cheese, plus bits of cilantro. The corn was roasted and prepared like your way. I pretty much want to eat that again forever.

I tried to make that too (and it was the Giada recipe, @LJo1:disqus ) but it never did turn out. I got to twice the amount of flour that was called for before calling it and tossing the confounded mess outside. That was for Thanksgiving too. The sundried tomato and garlic corn muffins turned out much better, and we…

Why do we park on a driveway and drive on a parkway?

One of the radio stations I listen to used to have a traffic dude that would warn 'watch out for the black ice' but without enunciation  would come out 'watch out for the black guys'. Many humorous moments ensued. My sister and I still say this on slick days.

Or, Maker's Mark just learned not to announce things like that and do it quietly.

I think I would have something like a rum punch along with beer and wine, and if your needs weren't addressed by those three, feel free to bring a flash and break it out like the alky you are. You're probably nicer than me.

I know I said I was over the Rumchata thing, but I was out, and decided to give it something else to do, so I bought Buttershots and mixed 'em and served it over rocks, like a Buttery Nippley thing, but a little twisted. My mom and sister approved. Now I plan to mix the two up and make adult milkshakes for the BFF.…

WANT

Have you tried Baker's Joy spray? It's Pam with flour in it, basically (Pam does make one, I like the OG) and I spray one good time before I mix, then spray again right before I pour my batter in. My cakes fly out my bundt pan.

I've been afraid of electric skillets since we had one as a kid that developed a short. I cooked something and was stirring with a metal spoon and the thing shocked me, and only me, so no one believed me. I refuse to use one now. I have an electric wok that I've never used for the same reason.

Because I just read the LA Times article Monday, and clicked through on the James Deen Newswire today. Timely, ain't I?

Because I just read the LA Times article Monday, and clicked through on the James Deen Newswire today. Timely, ain't I?