I’m sorry to hear about your sex life.

I was on board until the sandwich was on poundcake. Cornbread, yes, and we already know Luethell probably has cornbread since her housecoat still smells like it. But if we stick with the poundcake, can we at least smear some of that bacon grease on the exposed surfaces of the poundcake and fry it in the same pan we…

This.

Make that three, please!

Michael’s menu and cooking instructions took me way all the way back home. My great-grandmother’s can of grease was blue. Can’t remember the coffee brand.

The left thigh of a free-range chicken raised in a backyard of someone whose nieces and nephews were kinda scared of it, deep-fried on the front right eye of the stove

Awwww... You were like a li’l baby Caligula.

This was pretty much my introduction to chicken and dumplings. It was so delicious and, good riddance Evil Chicken in My Grandmother’s Backyard in Alabama.

In Dorothy’s name, Amen.

That's one hell of a mother's day card. 

Mind Ya Damn Business: Exploring The Caucasian Need to Enter Black Spaces and Give Unsolicited, Unwanted Opinions

“This is some pretty heavy stuff.”

here is a star for you Dave (in my best Hal9000 voice)

I done with y'all😂.

Fucking Niceans did him wrong. 

Drew you didn't need to come up with an alias to interview yourself

How come no one has mentioned that Dad would also have to pull to the side of the highway to snatch the map out of Mom’s hands because no one could figure out where the fuck you were, and damned if you were going to pull off to ask for directions!

I thought the reference would be clear

This and “Gay of Thrones” are where I get the best takes from.