I came back to add: thanks for sharing your story, which confirmed my impression of Huell Howser - sincerely fascinated by whatever California topic he was covering, and eager to share it with his viewers.

CA native here: I miss Huell Howser. I also regret that we had an avocado tree on our property, whose gifts I did not appreciate until I was much older and had moved away.

If I’d known Pissing Contest was going to have a Dirty Frank’s story, I would have commented a week ago. I live around the corner from Dirty Frank’s, like Ex-Wife of Bath and RandMart37 apparently used to, and now I won’t be able to walk by without thinking of your story, so thanks for that!

Was going to post this but I’m a day late. People knew 25 years ago! When Age Ain’t Nothing but a Number dropped, I was like, did R. Kelly come up with that album title? He was already telling on himself.

That’s correct.  Other than food, we get on just fine.

1. Thank you!

I am able to eat almost anything so this has been genuinely hard for me to understand, but from personal observation and reading this website and its comments, I’ve learned that pickiness is just a bridge that many people can’t ever cross - whether it’s to do with the taste, texture, smell, or appearance of food, or…

Thanks, Kate! And thanks, Laurie, for one weird date!

This will probably stay in the grays forever, but I hope not. I was set up by a friend in college to go out with her sorority sister. Upon arrival, I gave my date a gift of potpourri - scented leaves, flowers, wood shavings in a small box. The meal itself was forgettable, but we had a nice time at Griffith Observatory…

It was 100% the one in Rittenhouse, as NBC reported. I personally never had a problem in that store, but that might be due to my privilege. I’m sorry that happened to you, but it sounds like you saved yourself even more hassle by showing the intent to record your interaction. It also hasn’t gone unnoticed that this…

I guess I remember that decade differently, because the Niners and Cowboys met nine times in the ‘90s and they split the games 5-4. The Cowboys had the edge when it mattered, winning two of the three match-ups that were NFC championship games. But it was a genuine rivalry.  Dallas in the ‘70s, however...

Seriously, this would have died quickly and quietly if he’d let it go. Instead he went full Streisand Effect with this e-mail. The one good thing he did was quit Twitter. But foresight isn’t a bedbug’s strength, because they hunt by CO2 and body heat.

I lol’d too, because this comment is on point, and also at the idea that The Astronaut’s Wife, a boring flop released exactly 20 years ago today, is a “classic”.  Don’t @ me.

A friend of mine grew up in the area and collects memorabilia with Old German logos, like signs and mugs. I think maybe his grandfather worked for the brewery, so it has sentimental value for him. He’s got a ton of this stuff in his kitchen. Everyone’s got a hobby, I guess.

That could have been some really great brand synergy: “Presenting the Houston F-150s, sponsored by Ford”. Well, maybe Mustangs sounds a tiny bit better. What a missed opportunity.

Reading that tweet in Dr. Evil’s voice was the only way for me to approach it, because I’m not the type of person who can just sit with my feelings of despair/disgust when there’s a joke to be made.

In 2000 Houston had five options for team names - Apollos, Bobcats, Stallions, Texans, and Wildcatters - and chose the appallingly boring Texans.

I knew I was truly old last summer at the Jersey shore when my underage niece and nephew asked me to buy them a six-pack of a beverage I had never heard of. It was White Claw.

Did you feel that the beach episode was a deliberate callback to that scene in “Paris is Burning”? It seemed so to me, just like Elektra’s body-in-a-closet as a reference to Dorian Corey. I want the characters to have a carefree, joyful moment in between their various struggles.

This should be the right answer, not what Salty wrote. Because no matter how bounteous your party food and beer smorgasbord is, there will always be that one person who digs around your kitchen looking for more. Most of my friends know they have access to whatever’s in the bar fridge or liquor cabinet, and they act rea…