@stacyinbean: unless you're Howard Stern then your money and demands for a statue are no good there.

I can appreciate the Diet Coke ad... it's like an updated version of the art nouveau advertisements. (and kind of failing at it...)

Can I complain about the definition? Please, because "excessively fond of OR submissive to a wife." Those aren't the same thing, and it annoys me that they get conflated. I hope that everyone who chooses to marry has a spouse who is extremely fond of her/him.

@stacyinbean:

Nothing current.

While I enjoy the Keira Knightley version, it's not Pride and Prejudice. At least it's not Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Part of the reason was that Keira wasn't playing Elizabeth Bennet. And the other reason was that the director decided to completely change the tone until my friends and I were getting confused. Were…

Where the Red Fern Grows?

heh, I don't really think that I had a princess phase. My sister, yeah, but I really wanted to be Alice in Wonderland when I was three. My little sis and her friend would be Cinderella or Snow White, and I would be Alice hanging out with the King of Heart and the Cheshire Cat.

The sock puppet aliens who toured earth and 'moo-ed' at the telephone? anyone? anyone? (nooope, nopenopenope).

@bess marvin, girl detective: According to the book "Why Beautiful People Have More Daughters," blonds are perceived as dumber because the majority of blonds are children as it's generally blond hair tends to darkens with age. So, the average age of natural blonds would be 17, whereas the average age of burnettes is…

@edgyspice:

@Augusta:

I've decided that I'm a Skittle-Pop. Or maybe a pear-pop. Which was thighs and which was hips again?

@Dr. Funke — yes, my reaction to her outfit has been completely overshadowed by her hat. Buffalo? an automatic +5 points.

her skirt/shirt, whatever, just needs to be a little longer (about an inch or two) so that it doesn't hit at the most unflattering part of her of leg. that's all. and viola, no more thunder thighs!

oh wait, is this suppose to be strict on sale... oops?

eh, well, why not. It'll be a nice bookend to the 1973 United States vs Satan and his Staff case.

Of course, neither article mentions whether or not the wings were mild or the Anchor Bar's special atomic level spiciness.

What saddens me is that for next year's incoming freshman class, Jim Henson will have always been dead.