Do I look like I shit papayas? Which I then sell at my papaya stand for two dollars per papaya?!?!

MMm…we live in a little gully in a pretty rural area, and we've tried three good range antennas and not one regular network came in. Just some AM radio kind of tv.

I remember some supermarket in the southeast had Dr. Perky.

Shotput. Javelin. Hammer Throw.

Oh no, dear. It's real. I live near Asheville, NC and they market "glamping" to the don't-want-to-get-my-nails-dirty set.

Like crockpot hamfishcabbage. With a little bit of pee smell.

A regional thing, to be sure, but I and my husband (both from Nashville) grew up in that region. And now we are in the squish-box together!

I LOVE Every Frame a Painting. This is why AV Club is my little house of sanity- someone else here likes it too.

Oh I know about that! That's what happens when I go pee on my period.

I'll bet you do. So does the prince of Zamunda.

He DAMN sure isn't getting any sprinkles. Not in my kitchen.

Yeah, but not is all as it seems in Fuckton. There are sinister secrets that this outsider will try to uncover!

"Break the wrist, walk away."

I believe the motto is shiitake or get off the pot.

A pitiable death was the only way for him to go. That was a kid not torn between more than one possibly bad choice, that was a kid running toward the darkness, just waiting for a chance to give his dad the middle finger. His ending showed him as the small, wrong, naughty boy that he was. For all his talk about "this…

I first read that as Dollywood Squares. Sorry, I'm from Tennessee and Dolly Parton is our state treasure.

Which you should smear all over yourself if you want to be invisible to wizard students.

GOD and America.

Johannesburg.

Slow boring nightmares. The WORST kind of nightmare.