1972 Chrysler Newport. Ask me how I know...

Sounds like a John Prine song...

So a species evolved in a galaxy far far away that looks like humans, presumably from a melanin rich savanah dwelling ancestor (sound familiar?) and some subset of SCIENCE fiction fans cant handle that species being diverse, like us?

Both ears intact, no less.

It’s not prominent, but “when they returned from Spring break” is in the article.

The only government cheese I’ve seen is velveeta-like blocks in generic packaging.

!?!?!?!!!!!!!!

There’s a restaurant near me that makes THE rueben sandwich.

I don’t really care how bright they are, I like the visual cue of a decent sized patch of red that is off. I know what’s going to happen.

I would remind Mr. Musk that more hours is NOT the same as a pay raise.

Good timing can be considered a skill sometimes?

Pedantic in a good way.

ETA: a transition back to “dad” where he has no financial say seems appropriate.

A transition from “papa” to a non partisan conservator seems wise.

Do a sex boycott on these dudes and see how long they last.

We need a clear and definitive national referendum on this issue. A woman’s sovereignty shouldn’t hang in the wind.

Manual labor can be extremely satisfying.

On the one hand... ding dong the witch is dead...

My quest for ever thicker bacon was shattered by my local sub shop.

“Ooh, a spanking! Please don’t spank me...”