“He’s a megastar. What do we do?”

Zayn is one pretty little fucker with some pretty as hell eyelashes

Agreed. Perhaps the baby objects to the written examinations that follow each book?

If your baby hates being read to, you’re doing it wrong.

Clothing with names is the #1 thing that prevents us for returning it or consigning it

buried the lede

Rita Ora’s not black, though. She’s a Brit of Kosovar-Albanian parentage.

Why do you read Teen Vogue though.

"Can we just get a pretzel instead?" Allen asked. "You like pretzels."

I went on a trip to Nantucket with my family when I was 15 and got a book about the whaling industry and the Essex. The only think I remember from the book is that the wives of sailors all had dildos, which they called, 'he's-at-homes.' Good job, New England puritans. I didn't know you had it in ya. Pun ... whatever…

Forget the kielbasa, those are some honking big 'nads.

Look at that fuckin' kielbasa.

I’d like to get a look at Shrayber’s answers, except not. {Shudder.} ETA: Make no mistake, this is in NO way a slam at Shrayber; what would we do without him?

Can I just say how much I’m enjoying the wrong crossword answers? For some reason, those get an audible giggle out of me every time.

great young Rising Star

Really? So they routinely scrutinize **all* scripts written for off-label use, in the name of patient safety?

I've gone through the heartbreak of two miscarriages, and I can't imagine how enraged this poor woman must have been. I am grinding my teeth into sawdust right now.

Why do these sufferers insist on thinking that the disease is biological and not mental? We have a long way to go towards accepting that mental illness is illness, don’t we?

That was my kids’ reaction to McDonald’s. Not to say they don’t like a fast food burger, but they expect the bread to be less gummy than it is at McD’s.

My son begged and pleaded for spaghetti-o’s because some kid in his daycare had them. I bought two cans on sale. One bite and the can went into the trash. The other can went into a box of canned goods that spent two years in our garage attic in the Florida heat, which probably turned them into Botulism-o’s.