Good job. We didn’t know that about Jaws. 

This whole proposal stuff is a real crock of shit. The only reason you need to “ask” someone is if one or both of you are dicks, and have to dangle the whole marriage thing over the head like a carrot.

I once went to a restaurant, and the host asked me how many would be dining that evening. I said, “just me.”

They depict the former House speaker/vice-presidential candidate/sentient mannequin brought to life by Andrew McCarthy’s love gym-ing it up in some sort of existential yearbook photo void, pumping iron with a dedicated rictus of determination that we might otherwise associate with a Muppet who’s been confronted with…

What a kid needs to know before kindergarten: how to shit in the toilet and wipe their own ass. 

I was not struck with awe. It was ok, but no awe. It was not awesome. 

But only if you try acting again?

Fuck off with shaming me for not liking make up, you nazi. 

17 year old me would be pretty excited.

Huh? As a Midwesterner, whose family is Canadian, I see nothing wrong with this. When it’s sunny and you’re doing physical labor...? It gets really warm, and you shed the layers you don’t need.

I wouldn’t have minded the purple hair in Star Wars, but it reminded me of those awful wigs in that awful Twin Peaks season. 

“...born to Hollywood royalty...”

He’s also a tacky piece of shit

He is survived by his toupee. 

My new partner is a swinger. Being GGG, I said, sure, we can go to swinger parties, even though I have often been uncomfortable in swinger spaces.

He wrote a script. One that was largely rejected because it was utter shit. Tom Mankiewicz, the real script writer, said it was full of cornball gags, like Kojak yelling “who loves ya?” at Superman as he zipped across the sky. Puzo was given writing credit because some ideas from his work were eventually used. Which…

Yeah, but most all “regional” food in the US comes out of a can, jar, frozen packet, or potato chip bag. Sometimes, the only fresh thing on a table is a chopped stalk of celery.

Everybody in the midwest has an Aunt Kathy, or everyone has a sister Kathy. That, and a Karen.

Still don’t get the appeal of these things. My in-laws have one, and the most use I’ve seen out of it is playing Jeopardy! when you’re bored. Asking it to turn on/off a light, or to play a song seems like a shitty reason to give up the last shred of privacy you have.

nerd humor?