With no penicillin, birth control or epidurals.

I am so goddamned pissed at the <expletive deleted*> Grey Lady, I can barely contain the annoying sound of gnashing and wailing. I’ve been a devoted reader since the early 90s. I tolerated the fact that they could never get the goddamned sunday paper to my door until 2 and Jason Whosus who faked his articles and that…

Signal boost. You are spot on.

No one is on my FB friend list unless we’ve met face-to-face. I curate. It’s way more fun that way.

The Fyre Festival of political crime families.

So worst case scenario, and this is implemented by this horrorshow of an admistration, I think we should do a reverse “operation rescue” thing, and stand outside of clinics handing out information about where one can get a termination and offering “sidewalk counseling” as to what options exist to terminate an unwanted…

Right. And lets not forget that being bilingual is a sign of high education. Unless, of course, one is brown? Or something? It’s confusing.

Thoughts and prayers.

+1 Axel Foley

Tell me more about the rack of ribs? Did you cut them and put them into multiple bags or do you have a ginormous sous vide pot (mine is 12 qts). Did you grill them after? I’ve been dying to try ribs, but they’re expensive to screw up. I’d love to know your technique.

Tell me more about the rack of ribs? Did you cut them and put them into multiple bags or do you have a ginormous…

Oh fine. Take your star.

This problem would have been solved in advance if the cretin had taken his goddamned hat off in a restaurant like a civilized human whose mother probably taught him better.

Another vote for the sous vide balls. They do a great job of keeping the heat in, and I haven’t noticed a troublesome amount of evaporation. I’ve only had to add water when I did the 12 hour oxtail sous-vide (recipe on here somewhere and it was scrumptious).

Another vote for the sous vide balls. They do a great job of keeping the heat in, and I haven’t noticed a…

Exactly. One of my stock trainings that I offer to clients (I work in an industry supervised by a federal agency) is the presentation I call the Dolt presentation. As in “This is the kind of thing you don’t put in email, you dolts” complete with slides of warning letters from the regulatory agency in question. Jesus…

Let the confused man talk. All the time. On television.

It’s your choice. From the perspective of someone who has married twice, has kids and never changed her name either time, it’s a non-issue. My kids had their father’s last name, and one changed to mine at her request when she was 15. So my household consists of Me Mylastname, Husband HislastName, Stepson Husbandslast…

Take your damned star.

See now, this is the kind of last minute recipe I can really appreciate.

“one of the police dogs—who is named Dug and is believed to be a good boy—”

Cue the Satanic Temple (which is, ironically, doing God’s work) to open up an adoption agency that only places with non-Christians. The wailing, gnashing of teeth and lawsuits from “victimized christians” would be delicious.