Good luck. I will also envision you posting on Friday's What's On Tonight thread. The Secret works!

Happy birthday, fellow Leo! I'll be 39 on Saturday.

Oh, my God, that's heartbreaking. So sorry you're dealing with this.

I would. But I'm a massage therapist, so I tend to go into critique mode when I get a massage.

That's cute! Dresses are so great because they're easy—one piece and you're good to go.

"My PhD thesis is on Balzac."
"What a coincidence!"

I think of him as "God Damn It's Bob Odenkirk."

Ford! Secrets….

Ooh, a Dawes reference. Niiice.

"Put it on my tab!"

Back in answering machine times, I got a lot of messages from an irate gentleman wanting to know where his cheese (i.e., money) was at. "I'm outside your house, n*gga, and I want my cheese!" That sort of thing. I can't remember what name he used, but it wasn't my first name, which was on my outgoing message. I still…

I guess July 2 is "recently." Anyway, it looks like Lil' Davey Shumka from Stop Podcasting Yourself is getting to be a GJI regular.

Counterpoint:

@avclub-02c1dd6ad234773aeffd7f7067784d58:disqus  I've heard he lives in Somerset, WI, which is about 45 minutes from Minneapolis (where I live).

It's actually a girdle.

I can only assume Adam Scott was unavailable.

Something something both full of tools.

I dimly remember reading this book. The guy was fucking watermelons. That's all I remember—I don't even recall the title.

I'm going to be giggling at the thought of Harpo sticking his legs in the guy's lemonade vat for the next 24 hours.

The taco platter.