Just curious, where did you go? I went to Bryn Mawr and I remember there was a woman in my first year class who hated it from pretty much the first day and transferred to Reed College the next year. To me it seemed as though she never gave it a chance, but I suppose that when the culture just isn't right, you know it.

Asked without snark: Why can't you google this information yourself? It's kinda internet rude to ask people to explain things that are easily looked up on wikipedia. I do it all the time. Someone writes IMHO and I can't remember what that means, I google it.

I say nu-cu-lar, by choice, whenever I can remember to do it, because I like how it sounds, and I like to see the flicker of uncertainty in people's eyes, "did she just say..."

Love this story. Was he truly that dumb or was he pulling the ol' "if I do it badly she won't ever ask me to do it again"?

This was one of my favorites with Will Forte...

Where can I get one of those pillows? Imma spray it with Axe and live the fantasy.

Thank you! I feel like you really *get* me.

I'm an INFJ, so can I not come to your party, too?

You have changed my life :-)

Is it really? Before I was taught this magical method, I used to pour a slub of whiskey into a cup of coffee and call it good. My life was bleak and meaningless.

Your mom taught me everything I know.

You sound like you take your Irish Coffee seriously, and I approve!

I'm listening for this reply, too. I prefer non-fat milk. I just prefer it, g-d it! I still like sugar, tho.

My cat does that, she is so rude.

Listen FriFri, you haven't had an Irish Coffee til you have it the way the Belgies (Belgians) make it. 1) Hot whiskey with brown sugar dissolved in it. 2) double shot of espresso. 3) Very cold heavy cream that has been very slightly whipped (enough to make it light enough to float on top, but not so light that it will…

I came here to see if anyone else knew this recipe. It is perfection.

My mom used to make something called coddled eggs but they were eggs cooked in a buttered dish. So you take a small dish or cup, butter its inside, crack an egg into it, salt and pepper, and then carefully put this dish into a shallow pan of boiling water, and then cover that pan. Serve the egg in this same dish with…

I wish more people would dress to please their inner child, because I love a freak show.

Scotch Eggs! Scotch Eggs! Scotch Eggs!

Really? Because the consensus seems to be that you are.