Old Man's got it exactly right — you don't buy what you're not going to use (UNLESS, that is, "buying" those things gets you other things for free that you WILL use). My wife only buys perishables that we'll eat, that we can freeze (except for fresh produce, etc.), and that we have the room to store. The rest of the…

That's cool. Have fun with your $200 grocery bill, sucker. I'll be out drinking with the money I saved.

My wife is (we laugh about the show's name, too) an "extreme couponer"; I actually tried to get her to apply to be on the show when the casting call first went out, but she was like, "um, no thanks." She routinely gets $500 worth of groceries for next to nothing — $5 or $6, usually. What's awesome is that she works…

The penalty for saggy britches is sitting in your own shit all day. Them's the breaks, kid.

^that was, forsooth, a most delicate correction, m'lord.

CFAmick: "I saw Three Amigos in the theater!"

Buddy batter

What is this strange "local music store" of which you speak?

It's cool.

Or establish precedent, even.

Awesomely, the wife got the Netflix cockblock last night when she tried to watch yet another Grey's Anatomy ep that she's seen, like, a jillion times already. Also, Dumbledore, I found your onomatopoeic rimshot to be boffo.

He was also Andy McNabb in the film adaptation of Bravo Two Zero. [Supply your own value judgments.]

Goddamn Mike Starr was the shit. I was so bummed when he left AIC; I mean, Inez is good and all (and he pretty much immediately assuaged my fears with that knockout acoustic line on "Rotten Apple"), but Starr was just this swirling maelstrom of quicksand churning right underneath Cantrell on both records, and…

Yeah, HipsterDBag, sure does suck when all the peanut butter's gone and you have to get up to let the dog out, amirite?

My Commander Shepherd looked like Lucy Liu with a bob, and she was a raging bitch-hole. I loved her so much I wanted to marry my TV. Can't wait 'til ME3 so's I can see her again and make her bang crew dudes on my ship, then coldly blow them off (i.e. me by proxy).

Belloq, we can tell you apart. We just don't care to.

Also, Archer's sincerely-recited-from-memory roster of alligator attacks was pretty great.

Richard Blais
is the new Marcel, from a gimmick standpoint. Liquid nitrogen used in every dish is just as obnoxious as foam on every plate, Rich. Give it a rest already.

Buttfuck McGee in 2012. Vote you sons of bitches. Vote.

Luis Guzman looks to be the best thing about this. Plus Helen Mirren, whom I wonder if I will still want to bone when she is 90 (odds are favorable.)