I'd rather we had President Ramsey than our current wildebeest.

I don't understand .. he was pretty obviously taking a swipe at the people who make that nasty joke, and he got jumped on. But right below his comment was someone really making that joke, and you nor anyone else, didn't jump on them.

It was the one redeeming thing about Dexter's last season, too.

We had a more back-to-nature aesthetic back then; less desire for high gloss perfection, more for everyday texture and realness.

I'll be going looking for that - and also picking up some Jarritos Limon on my next trip to the store. Love lime anything.

Didn't he even say flat out at one point that the drive in was his home? Easy for the others to ignore, because who means that literally? Except that he really did.

Yep to your last paragraph. I got my couch at a used furniture store, a yellow sofa from about 1968. It is genuinely midcentury, (*I* think it's) beautiful, incredibly comfortable, sturdy as hell, full size without taking up much space, and ran me $189. If I had to buy a new couch, I'm not sure where I'd go … seems…

Padalecki! So yes.

At ours, people bring their grills and cook out sometimes, or do what Kevin & Veronica did - back the truck in and everyone cuddles in to watch from the bed of the truck. It's a good time.

I don't know, while it was definitely a Lolita reference, I felt like in this situation they (and the Icee she's always sucking on) were used more as her lures for the underage boys. Like, props to get across that she's available to them and young at heart or whatever.

There's a thriving one in Columbus and I try to get out to it once a summer.

This Betty is also a car mechanic, hurray! I was hoping they'd keep that aspect of her.

She lived in the Dakota apparently, wow.

"You think about death? A fleeting thought, drifts in and out of the transom of your mind. I spend hours, I spend days.."

I just want it the way I want it.

Oh, I fear that's not what would happen. What would happen is many of us would suddenly be faced with moving our Trump-supporting elderly parents in with us, becoming their primary caretakers and having to hear their crap firsthand.

Badger, badger, badger, badger. Mushroom, mushroom!

No, because Video Killed the Radio Star.

Hosted by Stride mothers.

Maybe they could occasionally cut to the Taco Bell logo and play the BONG sound.