Crab pretzels??? Are they as mind blowingly delicious as they sound?

He clearly didn't go to Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Four years of living there were four years too long.

Dude, Smokey D's FTW! Jethro's is good, but I'm a Smokey D's girl all the way.

If it helps, I've been to Canada several times and find all the places I've been lovely.

I'm so, so sorry. :( A Samoa-free existence is akin to not existing at all.

Mint is awesome, but what are passing today as Thin Mints are just a fucking imposter. About 25 years ago, Thin Mints were a delicious peppermint patty-like concoction with a chocolate cookie inside. They were Perfection. Then someone decided Perfection was just too perfect, and they became the imperfect Keebler…

As a diehard Do Si Do champion (#6? Really?) I feel your pain. I never understood the massive boner for those Crisco-tasting motherfucking Trefoils.

Yep, my mom spoke of pads with a love that people normally reserve for head lice or getting a root canal. Yet she really didn't want me to try tampons for a long time for some reason. (And no, she isn't someone who believes tampons take away your virginity or shit like that.)

...and the Swiffer wet pads become hot dogs. Nothing goes to waste.

My mom has very fond memories of her grandmother letting her wash her doll clothes with the hand wringer washer back in the early 50s. Her grandma had an automatic washer, but knew how much fun my mom found it to wash her doll clothes the old-fashioned way. My mom now appreciates what a total bitch it was even to…

Is this woman from Florida? She's got to be, as she's obviously not from Germany.

I think it's awesome that so many people want to do this regardless of sex, gender, marital status, or occupation. I wish all 100 finalists nothing but the best of luck.

"Medically correct"? Was there a wild, wild west era in tampon history in which women were inserting tampons all sorts of crazy ways, so much so that a group of doctors had to examine the process and weigh in on a "medically correct" method?

As a big ol' history dork, I am chuffed at this announcement.

THIS is incredible. Bravo, 11-year-old you.

OMG! My neighborhood buddy and I used to open up the acorns that fell from the humungous oak tree in my backyard. Most of the acorns were all gross and rotted by the time they fell, and several had maggots in them. We'd turn my back steps into a maggot "nursery." Man, we were gross.

When I was in one of the upper elementary grades, I watched the movie To Live and Die in LA. It's about a couple of cops tracking a big time counterfeiter and features several really detailed scenes showing the making of counterfeit money. I, of course, became FASCINATED with counterfeiting, and after repeated…

So...your employer hasn't "fixed the glitch" yet?

Is it strange/sad that I've always assumed everyone's relatives do this? I know my mom decided at my grandmother's funeral to tell her extended relatives how horrible I was compared to my brother because I was apparently difficult to potty train.

When I was sixteen and could barely drive, I took my mom's car over to a friend's house. The friend lived on a very windy, hilly street. I managed to get the car parallel parked in front of her house amazingly enough, but when I was pulling out to leave, I hit the bumper of the car in front of me, leaving a…