Bravo, Chris! It’s nice to know that someone else has thought this through.

These are pens. A baby gate is something else entirely. 

Also: How the questions are worded.

Don’t like laws being broken, crazy idea don’t monetize enforcement. 

...because when it rains, Bourbon Street makes its own gravy.

In my parents’ house, we fried the bacon in a skillet, fried eggs in the bacon fat, then fried bread in the last remaining bacon fat. Somehow, we’ve all avoided cholesterol issues

In my parents’ house, we fried the bacon in a skillet, fried eggs in the bacon fat, then fried bread in the last remaining bacon fat. Somehow, we’ve all avoided cholesterol issues

Spread your bacon fat on your bacon sarnie. Problem solved!

Of course I haven’t.

...and all watched over by machines of loving grace spiteful snark...

Well, look how often Doctor Who finds himself in 20th or 21st century England...

Repeat after me:

And Space Ghost came in second!

Nor the Ottawa Redblacks, a Canadian professional football team.

How about “The Team Formerly Known as Indians”?

But will it finally be legal to sing Happy Birthday in a commercial setting?

Don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

The message for men in RomComs is that the misunderstood underdog will win the out-of-his-league girl of his dreams so long as he just doesn’t give up.

Because if you dig holes in your island it will sink, right?

Shudder. While I was fortunate enough to have great-grandparents around as a kid, I was unfortunate in that they liked to read to me from less-than-modern children’s books like these. One that really stands out was where God killed a little boy for wanting to play with his model boat on a Sunday. Apparently, breaking…