Considering all the coke involved, it always surprises me that people who were there don’t actually remember every little piece of lint involved. On the other, angel dust might impair one’s cognitive abilities. Or so I’ve heard.

As Divine would remind us all, “Fashion hurts.”

As one of the people who not only believed that other NJ episode some months ago, but actually went out of my way to go to the restaurant to support the lesbian server AND left a very hefty tip (>100%), you still won’t find me out standing in the field above. My experience is that bad tippers far outnumber a handful…

Poor, poor Jean Seberg. So flawless in Airport. Quite the revolutionary. Supporter of The Black Panthers. Victim of COINTELPRO. Died way too young!

Yes, this. That mom has found her zen, what with the man-child husband and the daughter growing up to be just like him. Not only is the glass half-full, it’s cracked and leaking.

Bears are gonna bear. But a brother who cries over potato chips is simply priceless.

I don’t know if you’re mother smoked, but if she did, I can imagine her lighting one up right at that moment. That exactly what my mother would have done right at that moment. A little reward for being right and with bears.

This has to be the most angst-ridden pop culture study ever published by the Gawker Industrial Complex, Inc. (A Kinja Company), which is saying a lot.

The taxpayers footing the bill are also the voters who seem to love those “tough on crime” and “war against drug” BS so go ahead and let ‘em pay for the thug in uniform aka cop’s indiscretions.

Does your friend know her husband is gay?

You were obviously raised right, to quote Miss Clairee. Or you have developed an inner generosity that is sterling, to quote myself.

I know that crowd. Those aren’t liberals. They’re conservatives who had some sort of personal experience that helped them close their empathy gap on a specific topic.

Lol! Have you seen any of Grace & Frankie? It’ll be a pot party or maybe a joint acid trip.

I really thought that I was too old for any shit when I turned 30. I was so astonished at still being alive as every one of my father’s siblings lost their oldest male child when he was still in his 20s — car accident, diving accident, motorcycle accident — I was the only one to survive my 20s.

I think a separate article is needed to show numerous shots of beefy German men in Lederhosen. It won’t really need a lot of text.

Isn’t this the same as wearing a Chairman Mao t-shirt?

Indeed!

It’s gonna take me a while to read “he” as an actual equivalent to “LOL.” I read it as a short burst word that’s ironic and not actually about whether something is funny. Oh wait...

I don’t understand why anyone in Internetlandia would just stick to one “w” in aw. It doesn’t mean anything, IMHO, if it’s not spelled like this (at a minimum): “awwwww!” As in “Awwwww! So cute!!”

1931 Daimler Twin Six. I’m interested in this car because it’s what Lord Peter drives in the Dorothy Sayers novels. The nose is just too long, even for the time. And it’s hard for me to imagine how the driver could see anything at all peering down the infinitely long bonnet.