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Not really on topic, but someone on I Thee Dread had a day-long meltdown on Friday after another commenter jokingly used "totes" to mean "totally." Crazy person kept loudly insisting that "totes" ONLY means "tote bags," that no one except particularly stupid Jez commenters trying to look cool have ever used the term

I thought this blog would suck, but it has really delivered on the crazy commenter front.

Inserting my cat's name into songs that I'm singing along to. "All The Scouty ladies! All the Scouty ladies!" "My Scoutaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun!" "Last Scout. Last Scout. For Scooooout." And since Kate Bush was mentioned, "Running up that Scout! Running up that Scooooout. With no Scoutleemmms"

Forgive me for displeasing you, most exalted Sultan of Jokes. Please spare the lives of my wife and tiny tiny children! All the blame for the offense to your sensibilities falls on me, oh Eternal Leader.

Oh man, seeing you unclog the poopy toilet pipes totes makes me want you to unclog my poopy pipes.

Probs some EDM song you wouldn't know Probs some EDM song you wouldn't know Probs some EDM song you wouldn't know

I wanted something very specific for my very small wedding and thought it would be nicer (and cheaper) to make them by hand. My husband is a cartography dork so I folded little sailboats out of maps and used other map-related scrapbook paper and all sorts of bells and whistles on these 30 odd intricate little

It's linked in the intro but I didn't want to include the full thing in a post entitled "When Wedding Invitations Turn Into A Hilarious Disaster" for what are probably obvious reasons when you look at it that way :)

Yup. I appreciate that you're not pulling punches, everyone should know what's being swept under the rug here.

Not to mention the rates of extreme prematurity and severe complications, NICU admissions......go ahead and google image search "extreme prematurity" and then imagine running a code on a 500g infant for a hour while their ribs break from chest compressions before you call it.

I heard if a woman has had three children, and you put your ear to her vagina, you can hear the ocean.

There might be a correlation with the hair and the denial. I understand what you are saying.

It's an innocent comment on Deadspin. I didn't think I'd actually have to clarify that "not all men" are actually terrible, but here you go.

Men are terrible. I'm glad I'm a guy, because if I was a woman I'd never ever date. Ever. It blows my mind that any woman would want anything to do with us.

My mom started out a freaking Goldwater Conservative in the 60s, and by Nixon's second term she was protesting him and Vietnam (she once made her way to the front of a Nixon handshake line, and when he got to her, she pushed her super-long hair back to show off the anti-Vietnam buttons on her coat). She moved left as

Yeah. My dad's side of the family has always been very "vote for the issues, not the party" and are generally centrists. My late grandfather was shocked in 2012 when he realized he'd started voting for the same party in almost everything for over a decade because the conservatives had swung so, so, SO far right that

One of the proudest days of my life was when my dad put the "veterans for Kerry" sticker on his car.

I used to skip first period in high school just to hit up Bojangles. I miss that place sooooo much. I seriously even looked into what it would take to open a franchise in NYC - but sadly, their supply chain doesn't reach far enough :(

Waffle House isn't just an eatery, it's a way of life! Every time I travel below the Mason-Dixon you better believe I'm at Waffle House or Bojangles. Preferably both.

Sad, though -Waffle House has their very own patented "order calling" system, and it's a true work of art when executed properly. Mr. Slayder worked in a Waffle House briefly during college, and he still takes pride in ordering the "right" way when dining at Casa del Waffle.