My parents said the same thing. Then when I was in college I came home for a holiday, and there was Dante, a 3-lb Yorkiepoo puppy.

You couldn't have let her have a few more years?

The fact that her dog is sad and confused about why his mom isn't around anymore is probably the saddest thing about her dying to me.

"I like Princesses who don't get orphaned."

"I ran out of gas! I got a flat tire! I didn’t have change for cab fare! I lost my tux at the cleaners! I locked my keys in the car! An old friend came in from out of town! Someone stole my car! There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! IT WASN’T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD!"

"Also, could you point me to where I can find John Belushi? I'd love to catch up."

She was the only hope she needed.

They all probably think that, or would if they knew who Charles De Gaul was.

And a legitimately talented (if underhanded and evil) mentoring figure.

And Vera Rubin.

Christianity was founded on a pathological persecution complex.

Septons roasting on an open fire…

1. Mrs. Noodly Appendage and I are driving to her family's for xmas (a holiday for shameful idolators, ramen). And we're getting a new car! Well, she's getting a new car, because her old one is on its last legs, but it should be a good one for road trips!

Good. Canned beer keeps better than bottled, and that's important for their ales, which can be a little sensitive.

[starts learning to play "Amazing Grace" for the bag-pipes in preparation]

Wait, where did you find New Glarus in a can???!!!

Good luck, we're all counting on you.

Kinky

God, that looks like utter shit.

Middle-out, nice technique!