Or they thought he was trying to speak whale and were too polite to tell him he's doing it wrong?

No, I'm not being facetious apologizing to the Scottish people. I'm sorry that I used their country and culture as an example in a hypothetical situation to show why your argument is bizarre.

don't you mean Magic Stoolbus style?????????

This is why when I'm at work I make everyone call me Dr. Furbario. I like to differentiate the areas of my life. My child refers to me as Papa McScruff, and to my friends I'm Baxter Masters: Agent of mystery

We've discovered that if we give the cat brush to my friend's daughter, everyone is happy. The cat never gets tried of being brushed, she never gets tired of brushing the cat, and she has something to do other than listen to our boring adult conversation.

My cat does that, too! He rubs his face and head all over the brush. Sometimes he gets so excited, he bites it.

She doesn't die. She fakes her own death because she's finally had enough of being with sad sack Mosby.

I have my own theory: Year 2029, Ted's botched tonsillectomy forces doctors to replace his vocal cords with new robotic ones. Unfortunately, they come pre-programmed with Bob Saget's voice.

Only fair since my interest in the show died years ago as well.

Sometime you should look into the anthropological evidence between the domestication of cats and humans having enough food for population growth.

I was going to make a Liam Neeson joke, but the idea was ...... taken.

I appreciate and agree with your comment.

Mine are iron bars

http://commonplacebooks.com/welcome-to-nig…

Check your: Underpants

I guess we should start storing them in the attic

It was my coffee table and it was only like $10. I replaced it with an identical one the next week. It wasn't a traditional German suplex. She kinda dived at me and got her head under my arm and lifted me by the legs and then did some kinda pinning toss move as I went, lower back, through the coffee table breaking it…

Gotta watch out for those Scotsmen, though.

This August, coming from the producers of Here Comes Honey Boo-Boo and My 600-lb Life —

I'm pretty sad this comment isn't getting more love.