Look at it this way: somebody’s gotta go home first.

To add a little second-hand first responder knowledge:

She should look like walking hamburger, not like she fell off the swing set.

He’s a couple of exclamation points and nonsense words away from sounding just like Donald Trump.

My “lifestyle” involves taking in stray cats and not having cable TV. Things I choose to do.

I have a friend who will add up all her Chik-Fil-A receipts and, at the end of the year, give a rounded up dollar donation to a LGBT+ charity. It’s her way of making things even out. (Although CFA will only donate pennies of the dollars she spends to their hate-groups, so it actually goes the other way...)

When Duckling and I are at Mom Duck’s house for any length of time, we usually end up watching a SYTTD marathon.  We always root for the meek brides that have pushy friends/moms/fiances that whoever is moderating will kick everybody out of the room and tell her “you do you, it’s your day.”

If you can get your hands on anything Caitlyn Doughty has written, I really enjoy her style and the content. (She’s the Mortician of “Ask A Mortician” on YouTube, and I love how she manages to be informative and funny and still be very respectful.)

Is there a place in KW to rent a bike? From what I’ve heard, everything is within either walking distance or biking distance.

I’m so sorry.

We are at the tail end of a yard sale. Made some money - even past the point of what it cost to put on the thing (permit and cash for change), but I think it was too hot for people to well and truly poke around.

Humanity would go on without incest and rape.

Gird Your Loins

I’ll say what nobody else has:

It hardly seems possible.

I am THERE. FRONT ROW CENTER. WITH A BOX OF TISSUES. (They’ve never made a “Beth death” scene that didn’t make me tear up yet.)

What the hell else could it be?  Natural causes?  Voodoo?

Scoop out some of the inside of the pickle (use it to top off a hot dog later), and the contents may stay in without toothpicks.

Some people don’t think it’s very kosher.

Yo dawg, we heard you like pickles...