Scotch is a whisky, but not all whiskey (or even whisky) is scotch.

If you go to Ireland and order a scotch, you should be punched. LOL. I realize they are similar products, I do not, however, advocate calling Jameson a scotch. That stated, I have no actual issue with Jameson as a product - it’s delicious - and I have plenty of ancestors from both sides of the North Channel.

But thousands of my relatives are stirring in their graves at the possibility you might consider Jameson a scotch... (And yes, I know John Jameson was actually Scottish.)

What is so difficult about scotch and water? Dewars will do just fine for cost saving.

Similar in my family, except ours ALWAYS include booze.

Or maybe she’s just a miserable bitch.

I also learned how to be condescending from my mother. It’s a lovely talent that I have evolved to hide for only those truly necessary times. May of those times are for her...

I am too old to worry about whether or not I want children. Sure, I’m only 39, but I’ve decided it’s not for me. And I don’t care what any of you all think (LOL). I’m too old to worry about what you think. And, in my view, too old to have children. Who wants to be hated by a teenager when you’re in your late 50’s?…

Touching on another Jezebel article, I am fairly certain that I am too old to eat at any restaurant whose schtick is projectile baked goods.

What the heck is a “wodge”?

It goes away when you decide to make it go away. I did it at 16 and I’m 39 now. Some people my age and older aren’t even close to making that choice. That’s the thing: it’s YOUR choice to stop caring about what other people (your parents included) thing about the way you live your life.

Really depends on the software the restaurant is using. (Which, of course, how would you know?) If the server carefully enters all items by seat number, than is should be a simple process to split by guest after the meal. I know this, because I am a server and use this feature fairly regularly. I am nearly 40, and…

If you want to kill yourself in prison, fine. Don’t ask someone else to kill you. Sure, the government can provide the pills, or the suicide booth, but asking someone to kill you is ludicrous.

Simply replace the Canadian bacon with salmon. I’ve usually seen smoked salmon, but once in awhile, it’s fresh. I prefer smoked salmon.

What a let down those last two seasons were. I felt like I’d been trolled.

Really and truly. Whenever I re-watch the final episode, I still tear up. I wish they’d kept going too, but I’m so glad that I never have to think to myself “wow, this show is just going downhill”.

I call this “Tuesday Night”.

Disappointing, eh?

No, I have to agree with Massholenation. His/her description is essentially what I’ve known shot on a shingle to be too. True, it was usually referring to chipped beef, but always open faced sandwiches.

I just spit out my Ramen laughing at this.