He will on occasion bust out a "Baby... I'm so sorry I ate the last row of lemon bars... But you know you make them so good... I just can't help myself sometimes." And how can you get mad at that?

As a child, my husband would do something mean to his younger sister (like brothers do) and then make her even more enraged by getting on one knee and saying in a deep, Boyz 2 Men interlude voice "Baby... I'm so sorry... You know I could never do you wrong... Please don't tell Mom..."

Now I can't unsee Joel McHale as a fairly convincing Uncle Sam.

There goes the bulk of the snarky retweets and modified tweets from comedians I follow.

Conflicted.

I've had that chocolate wine. It's like some asshole kid mixed a Yoohoo! in with the last bit of Franzia when no one was looking. DO NOT ATTEMPT!

That's the official font of truck stop attire and accessories. The Comic Sans of apparel.

Thanks for teaching me about my rights, Brofessor!

As Catching Hell perfectly illustrates, the Bartman story is really all about Bill Buckner. I mean, come on, what director doesn't put a lazy radio interview with themself into a documentary about Steve Bartman.

What about the classic blame-it-on-the-dog move? Works great on true stinkers.

Me too! I've even secretly unsubscribed my husband from mailing lists he never reads, used keywords to delete mailers, whatever it takes to scratch the itch.

AHHH! They're at the foot of my bed!!! AAARRGHHHAAABA!!

WalMart has the largest supplier diversity spend of any corporation just because of their sheer size and the fact that they are a retailer. Other large companies that don't sell goods and wares at the rate of WalMart (i.e. AT&T) have higher percentage of SD spend (21.5% for AT&T), but the dollar amount is generally…

EW! What's that? He's just peeing on the carpet. Look at him, stumbling backwards into his seat. Look at that drunk fuck.

Gerard, Depardon't pee on the plane carpet.

I laughed pretty hard at this situation:

Archie McPhee sells them. Naturally.

Oh, Jon Hamm. I love you even more each time you work a St. Louis reference into something.

I'll end up watching the same episode of Salute Your Shorts even though I've seen it five times in two weeks, just like when I was a kid.

I want Joel McHale to rub a puppy on me, too.