I met a girl at a party once who introduced herself to me as Liliah. I said her name again a few minutes later and she said, “No, it’s not Lilah, it’s Lilah.” It wasn’t until one of her friends told me that her name was Layla that I understood that her accent affected how she heard her own speech.

But yet that damn turtle wins every time.

That's clearly a polar bear in a snow storm, gah.

My reading comprehension is null, much like your joke comprehension.

No, the article said,”Howard,” not “Hard Knocks.”

Papa?

Hold up... his parents are white? He must be white too!

Are you angry with your parents? I’d be angry with my parents.

I missed cork board day in J School.

I’m picturing some Beetlejuician bureaucratic office where new ghosts are told they are being assigned to the “Charlie Charlie” desk.

ESPN should make their screen logos more opaque. No wonder he ran into it.

Would the floor perchance be lava?

And thus began my foray into basketball oriented fan-fiction.

So far we have Ashleigh Banfield whitesplaining the offensiveness of referring to the N Word to an African American City Councilman, we have another CNN reporter saying that Vets returning and joining the police force is part of the problem and we have Erin Burnett throwing around “gang members” loosely while a live…

The one day Reggie finally listens to his coworkers and brings something other than leftover tilapia...

There is a Subway in the medical hub I used to use for lab work, scans and such. The building also houses chemotherapy, dialysis, and gastroenterology for the area. I cannot imagine going to any of those services and having to smell the disgusting bread baking odor at the entrance and exit each time.

Logic, yes. Math, no.

The lesson here is be afraid of Bears but not Twinks.

The same yoga studio was shot at last year. I think they may be doing yoga wrong there.

My husband let our cat Piggy try some beef jerky once. Now he likes any kind of cooked meat we have. I left a spiral sliced ham on the stove to cool before dinner one night and caught him out of the corner of my eye walking through the kitchen with a nice slice of it in his mouth, as if he were looking for a plate.