Yeah, that’s what I was saying--go back and change time. You’re very astute.

I don’t know about the oil change, but she definitely needs to get those eyeballs rotated.

Well, I didn’t say I was going to do it.

Kreplach for the motherfucking win. GTFO with matzoh ball.

You must not go out to eat very often. 

Of course the servers have influence. (You’ve obviously never been a server)

What I’d really like to know is, who’s fault is it?

What?

Farrah Fawcett? I haven’t seen that before. How would the child of Farrah Fawcett and Frank Sinatra end up with Woody Allen and Mia Farrow?

Sounds like a trip to Blue Earth, MN is on your to-do list.

I didn’t see the presentation. Does that “roller shutter” have built in photovoltaic solar panels? It looks like it.

If you want to try to get Giada or Martha in the sack, you’re going to have to up your game and go with the Famag.

“Expensive?” Pish posh you plebe. If you’re really serious you need the Ankarsrum or the Häussler Alpha for a mere $699 or $2199, respectively.

We made it clear that we didn’t feel good about them copying an idea they didn’t develop on their own and that it just didn’t sit right for us,

Elizabeth Warren’s neck is fantastic for a 70+ year old. Either she has some great cream or has gotten great work. I’d like to know more.

Hey, I’m almost in my 50s, and I was by no fucking means the original audience for this dreck.

For a very brief period of time, Helen Hunt was close to, or at, the top of the A List. Probably right around the time she was the wife in Castaway. The intervening two decades have been a little tough, though.

65% of Americans can’t cook for shit. There’s your answer. It’s not the ingredients, it’s the cook. My sister-in-law makes Thanksgiving food so inedible that I’m sure her whole family hates Thanksgiving. And no one ever has called her out on it. She has people over year after year.

What? I dont. I can’t. You are opposed to sausage in Thanksgiving dressing?

You do understand that radar (and maybe FLIR?) doesn’t care if it’s dark out, right?