Apparently Bill Cosby was a big early fan and booster of Ben’s Chili Bowl since the 60's, and the son who runs the business now is unwilling to take down the mural out of family loyalty. But, yeah, needs to go.

Hello, DC!

I walked away when they did the Bones crossover episode. Something about that just solidified all of my why-am-I-still-watching-this-crap feeling. Halfway through, I turned it off and canceled the season pass.

It depends. They bring in enough players for two days shooting, and tell you to bring multiple changes of clothes. If your wins overlap the second day, you have to come back the next week. And they don’t pay your travel or hotel costs.

You don’t have to answer spontaneously. Before you go, they have you email answers to a couple dozen questions, and they go over the answers with you in the green room. You even get to meet Alex in advance and talk about which question you’re going to be asked. Yes, it’s awkward, but at least you don’t have to come up…

Bless ants. Blants.

I cancelled my subscription several years ago when they did a big piece on the plastic surgery people should have on their feet to make them aesthetically acceptable. Because apparently my second toes being a tiny bit longer than my big toes is an unsightly abomination, and I should never, ever wear sandals because of…

I couldn’t figure that out either. Who is she accusing of deleting her texts?

Rat poison is marketed at rats (going with your premise.) I do help myself to a handful every night, under supervision of my doctors, because I really don’t want another life-threatening blood clot, and warfarin, rat poison, helps with that. So, good example!

Facebook really seems to think I want to be friends with my husband’s ex-wife’s custody lawyer, who, about a year after our legal adventures, did two years in Federal prison for helping another client commit wire fraud. The guy murdered his wife, and the lawyer helped him steal the money their daughter would have…

My Maine Coon/Siberian mix indulging his shoe fetish. He never injures them, but he has very passionate relationships with quite a few of my footwear. He’s so FUZZY!

I have mentioned this before here and gotten NO backup. I have gotten to the point that when he shows up on @Midnight I can’t stop asking my husband variations of “but really. You can see that his hair looks like he has never washed it, right? Why does no one tell him? Am I wrong on this?” His disgusting slime hair…

Candice Swanepoel is a Victoria’s Secret model. I think that’s who she meant. The rest of it? Yeah, I have no clue.

I’m right there with you. I’m almost 50 (next Thursday— aaaaarrrghh) and am constantly amazed by the much younger fandom I see here for Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell... musicians I thought of as old and lame at their age, 30 or so years ago.

I agree, you should be wary about pet insurance. Our cats have insurance, but it was still $2000 last week to have the itty bitty piece of rubber this fur ball apparently ate surgically removed.

Kinja is not my friend. She remarried the prisoner, and my coworker was court ordered to pay child support, because he adopted them. BUT, he was not allowed visitation, because he was not a blood relative. It was hideous. He was completely devastated.

A coworker of mine married a woman with two small children. Their father was in prison and divorced from their mother. He adopted the children and was raising them as his own. A few years later, dad gets out of prison, mom leaves husband, takes kids, remarried pro

I know I am bringing the Wrath of Pinkham down upon myself, but a little context might help. The author didn’t “lose his shit” and this wasn’t an op-ed. The Post’s food writers each wrote a short piece on what bugs them in restaurants. The header acknowledged that these were completely First-world problems, and that…

Thank you for this. It’s exactly what I was thinking. I was raped and stabbed (fortunately not life-threateningly) in college, and it is so hard to explain to people that complete sense of detachment. There I was with a stranger attacking me in my apartment, and all I kept thinking was how mad at me my boyfriend would…

LaPlata (where the park is) is about 60 miles from Baltimore. Were they really Baltimore police?