dartmouth1704
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Oh, I love that idea!

My mom passed in 2009, and a year later, I moved to the seaside resort we visited every year. I bought a bench on the boardwalk, right across the street from the hotel we stayed in, with a memorial plaque that reads “Mom’s Bench.” I like to think that any mom who sees the bench thinks it’s for her, and sits down to

YES. When somebody pulls a fast one on me, I always say “YOU SNEAKY MOM!” And then I laugh and laugh. But I laugh alone, b/c nobody gets the reference. People suck.

Yeah. I’m from NJ (way down south, where it’s really pretty) and at this point, toecheese is way, way more popular than Christie.

I guess we’ll be going to Hell in a handbasket built for two.

I hate myself for laughing at this.

TJ Maxx, Marshall’s, and Ross are all having their moment in the sun. The prices are a lot cheaper than dept. stores, you can find some amazing bargains on designer clothes, and you can score 3.99 jars of dijon mustard with dill. When I need a retail therapy session, I go to one of them or to a local thrift store. I

I recently saw Raiders with a live accompaniment by the Philly orchestra. Hearing that score played live was overwhelming. At the end (which is the first time the March is played all the way through), I wanted to leap up and do something mighty. All I managed to do was buy some Tastykakes for a homeless guy but dang,

I had forgotten how mean-spirited and hateful ToD was until I recently rewatched it. Dang. Spielberg must have had shit going on when he was filming it. He managed to redeem himself with Crusade and then flushed it down the shitter again with Crystal Skull.

I’m using this a lot more than I want to these days.

Thank you. It’s my superhero name. My power? The ability to expectorate corrosive loogies with pinpoint accuracy. My costume? It’s better left undescribed.

Yup. The Kitchenette weekly was my reason for getting out of bed the morning the post was published.

Oh, geez, golf. I was contracting with a really conservative company a while back, and all the management-level guys went on a company-paid golf outing that was for “teambuilding.” They invited the management-level women (all two of them), but neither one played. So basically, these bozos got paid to play golf and

I was sympathetic to your plight until I got to the part where you and your sexbot disrespected the corndogs. You, sir, are a MONSTER.

Trumpers would probably blame it on the kid in the snowsuit.

Same. When I first read it, I was so wrought up about all the goings-on that the gangbang scene made as much sense as any of the rest of it. But subsequent readings took me from “I’ll allow it” to “What the actual FUCK was SK thinking?”

I don’t think anyone mentioned my favorite—The Dead Zone. Not your typical horror King, although given today’s political climate, strangely prescient. And I cry every time I read it. Every. Single. Time.

And “Gramma.” Goddamnit. That one messed me up.

My nephew and niece-in-law set up a registry for “experiences” on their Caribbean honeymoon. I bought them a sunset cruise on a sailboat, complete with champagne and savory snacks. Based on the pictures they posted, it was a YUUUUGE hit. Why would anyone diss something so delightful (and EASY)?