Thank you for saying this. Truly. I’m tempted to create like...I don’t know....a million burner accounts just to keep starring this comment. May the Flying Spaghetti Monster bless you.

I second your comment.

Boop! Yeah, I can’t find it on the interwebs, but out of the three episodes of the now-defunct Tyra Banks Show that I did manage to watch (it would air after my lunch break at the soul-sucking call center I used to work at years ago), I saw the one where Russell Simmons was on her show and she literally blabbed to the…

All the stars, my friend. ALL THE FUCKING STARS!!!!!

Lifelong Chicagoan here - As the daughter of a retired CPD officer, I can tell you that the union is damn near impenetrable for such a thing to occur. Basically, your fuck-up would have to be perfectly epic in order for them not to be able to get you out of some shit (see above).

Little Chano from 79th is a South Sider, like me, but unlike me, he’s mobbed up to the Nth degree:

Yep. That’s the kind of commercial that would have run ad nauseum during this 80s gem:

My money is on “Rex” being neither of these but is instead someone affiliated with the “cafe” in question. “Rex” is it? GO FUCK YOURSELF.

I know you got an A, right?

*Knock-Knock*....I’m here for the Idris, please.

Whoaa..go easy on yourself there, partner. Dr. Pepper has medicinal properties...hence “Dr.” You’re good.

Nope. Them be outside kids...you know you can never acknowledge an outside kid. Ever. The moment you do he/she turns into a real person and then it’s nothing but questions and veiled complaints and then outward complaints. “Why come we could only see Daddy on the day after Christmas?” “Why did we get socks and…

Hell, I live in Chicago and they have a sizeable group in these parts as well. They took up residence decades ago on the southeast side of the city (near the lakefront...because for some folks only water=culture) and have been there ever since. They are a crunchy bunch, to be sure.

Good call! Because collectively, none of us will be “falling for the banana in the tailpipe.”

I know this wasn’t for me, but I had to respond. I am actually a pre-1950s animation nerd, convinced that Warner Bros’ Looney Tunes/Merrie Melodies franchise laid the foundation for modern comedy. Hanna-Barbara was late to the game but honorable in the 50s and 60s (Flintstones, Jetsons, etc.). The Japanese really…

“I said...HELL NAW.....”

I totally agree. Probably the mom who was hoping to dump her kid off on the nanny for $20 bucks and a to go bag from Pappadeaux’s and got firmly smacked the hell down for her ignorance.

Actually, I’m quite shocked. I always thought “cunt” was their trigger word. Oh well, good to see them branching out.

It looks gross because you’re probably a connoisseur. To my untrained and ig’nent taste buds, that ish looks like the tasty green ‘Jug’ juice I would suck up like sweet and tangy crack in the wilds of Chicago’s South Side. I’d smash this, basically.

Awesome handle! Frank Langella was grossly underrated.