Listen here, Arnold Benedict. Where were you when Lincoln started WWI by letting female slaves vote?

I love the last three sentences of this comment so much that I became a Mormon so I can marry them all.

I hate my job most days. I am not a musician or writer like I wanted to be. My kid has a roof above his head and food in the fridge. I made the right choice.

My family has a new chiweenie rescue that bit me on the nose last night.

I feel like if you’re commenting on an article and intending for other people to read your comment, you should have a basic command of the language. I don’t see it as discrimination.

Honda CEO here, can confirm.

RealPontiacFakePontiac: “My Struggle” is Real

That sounds like a reasoned and thoughtful solution. A “final” solution of sorts.

“Hmm. After a long and storied career, my skills are not what they once were. I think I will go home and have a cry on my giant pile of money.”

As an LSU graduate, I can certainly attest to the fact that you don’t have a football team.

So let me get this straight. Guy Fieri (pronounced with a “D”), who has a gimmicky shtick visible from orbit, is complaining about Tony Bourdain’s equally-irritating shtick?

I am not a “car person” but that is, perhaps, the most beautiful automobile I have ever seen. I’ll take two in black.

I agree. I like my steak medium rare, but with no pink.

You can be my wingman anytime, InsertBullets.

Seems legit.

I genuinely had a difficult time deciphering that sentence. Still not sure what “off” means.

forfe the neck/head back and up, especially ina belly flop type of off.

He’s stuck around in the majors for two decades with a dismal lifetime ERA of over 4, a near break-even record and only 1,500 Ks. I want to like him for his tenacity, but he just comes across as a clueless douche.

Not gonna lie, I would eat a dark chocolate brownie with sour cream on purpose.