Come on! Everybody knows that Niecy is the one you go to when you need to get out of a bad "situation" and all your good God-fearing relatives won't have anything to do with you. And she'll keep quiet about it too. Niecy knows some shit.

First of all, I love your name. Second of all, you're right, we know very little. Just not addressing it at all is probably his best strategy. I admit, I just don't like him. I don't find him funny or particularly insightful and even before I heard this story, he always kinda creeped me out. I know most comedians…

I have an idea. It's true.

I can relate. I am of regulation female height so my mystery bruises are on my thighs and calves.

That is extra country.

See, I think this is one of those Black or Country? things.

No, not the Google!

That's what I heard. I used to eat dirt as a child—I still remember the taste. Mineral deficiency/weird kid? Six of one…

Dead and buried.

Please don't.

OOoh, I was going to say that but thought I'd be shamed for the bougie wench that I am. But, Whole Foods has some good-ass mac and cheese.

If you're gonna hate, hate! I can respect the hate but if you're going to go after this song and this singer, you better come out swinging. This was just a sad little sigh.

This comments section has cost me about $30 so far.

Seriously! Leaving out No DIggity is just wrong!

Please tell me that's not a thing.

Damn, a wave of guilt just washed over me. I'm gonna go call my mom.

That sounds wonderful! I'm glad you got to experience that.

Business travel gets very old very fast. You're not at work but you're not really on vacation. It's this weird limbo—especially if you're alone in a dull city.

I always assumed that in the Eartha Kitt version "Santa Baby" is a joke—he's her sugar daddy. I never thought she was singing to the actual Santa Claus. The problem with other versions is that they don't seem to be in on that joke.

I love that movie. Everyone involved was on crack. Obviously.