"It's bad luck just seein' a thing like that!"

That sort of misunderstanding held Mel Torme back for decades.

The bagged cheese fries guy.

If by "interesting," you mean, "astonishingly, somehow worse," then yes.

I am not a chili purist, no.

Ah—but what if you like beans in chili, he asked, preparing to be told to go fuck himself.

Nah, I'm cool. I've just never understood regional partisanship about food. The barbecue wars stuff confounds me.

My mom had an uncle who worked at a Kraft plant in Missouri back in the '60s, and I don't know if this still happens, but the employees used to adulterate the Velveeta in various ways.

OK, OK—let's not get hostile for no reason.

It's a popular appetizer in Phoenix, but no one would dream of putting it on anything.

Or Romancing the Stone.

Glamour? Luxury.

Aw, you beat me.

i don't know if Squiggy was so much "obsequious" as he was "creepy."

Aw—poor Wendell.

We've been getting a lot of rain the last couple weeks, so now it's monstrously humid, too.

It's been that long since the L1A1 / FN-FAL?

I came back after almost a week in Virginia in June, and getting out of the plane into the jetway was like getting whacked with a hot brick.

I'm home now, and it's "Picture Manager."

Microsoft got rid of it because it was simple and intuitive.