In Canada, if you live together for a certain period of time you are considered a "common-law" couple (generally a year, though it depends on the particular statute). Once a couple is common law, they are deemed to be married and the rights to division of property and/or spousal support then exist if the couple then…

Damn, I forgot to preface my joke with "[Satire]".

I have no problem with people who are transgendered picking "him" when most people would say "her", or vice versa, but insisting on a "they" because you've transcended "him" or "her" annoys me a little bit. If you've gone beyond mere labels, then why make such a big deal about someone calling you "him" or "her"?

Thanks Cookie! I only started paying attention to the commentariat world a couple of years ago. I vaguely remember being able to comment without an account, but I don't think I ever said much back then. I'm surprised stuff from more than six years ago gets referenced, but it's kind of nice to know that people…

I've been here pert near six years and I can't remember anything about either of those commenters, apart from recognizing Horsefellow's name, so I guess I can't be in with the cool commenters. I have a pad and paper, though, and I'm not too proud to call myself a secretary if you want to elaborate.

Yes, it can be very difficult to tell when people are joking, so to be on the safe side it's best to correct them. *casually tosses Flami a pamphlet that read "So You Have Been Diagnosed With Asperger's"*

Later that night, roboboogie tossed in his sleep, regretting that he hadn't said "wow! You're the guy from the Honeydrippers!"

"You DRIVE worse than my BUBBE, and SHE only had ONE yellow eye that leaked some kind of MILKY PUS that used to attract FLIES and so she couldn't SEE where she was going because of all the FLIES SUCKING ON HER FACE."

It's just too bad that all of the original members have been…substituted.

Hey! Those internet comments put fried cabbage in your boots, or whatever it is that Irish-American people eat out of their boots.

I thought my GPS had a Gilbert Gottfried setting, but it turns out he was just screaming at me from the back seat.

Svenson's pals 'n' gals used to call him "beer can" back in Stockholm, though it sounded more like "burrken de bork".

If you want a life of being starved for attention and/or nutrients, then yes, fine, go with Reggie. If you want love, financial security and a surprisingly giant cock, Dilton Doiley is your only man.

I assumed she was making fun of herself and/or the people who complain about her showing her breasts too much on her show.

I believe he's the chap who played "McLovin'" in Superbad

I can't fathom how any artist, apart from really successful ones, can afford to live in NYC.

Down here in the tunnels, we call 'em "track rabbits". They are delicious!

I like Holly Morris the best, when she's not doing mountain biking or other to-the-extreme-ness. Her shows on Bangladesh and Paraguay were great. Ian gets on my nerves, especially when he does things for a joke like stopping a train because he's pretending he lost his passport, etc. I like him sometimes, but he can…

Let's just say her condition…*shoves 18 pairs of sunglasses up his ass*…went from bad to Hearse.

Say what you will about "Are You Being Served?", but at least was an incredibly long-running British show—they can rotate through all 23 episodes so that you couldn't possibly get sick of them!