He learned this trick from his older, less successful brother, known as The Original Holy Goats.

I can't be the only one who hears the lyrics as "amazing cunt", right?

Snort! I'm glad I've already finished my glass of (red) wine; otherwise it would be all over my laptop right now.

I remember this so vividly and I what I remember most was my inability to contain laughter at this scene when they showed it. I might have been like 9 or 10.

To the Duggars:

I prefer a Pink Ham rosé.

I died laughing in the library when I read this. Hats off to you.

Glorious

Ha! So weird. Black Jeff is my cousin. Small world.

Random straight, warm liquor in an overflowing glass, garnished with tears, is pretty much a standard weekend night for me soooooo...

Aw, I always try to be nice to people who have misfiring moments like that, cause I had one myself. I started working in newspapers after college as an English major and there were a bunch of industry writing terms I'd never heard before, including something called a "nut graph" which is basically the second or third…

I think it's only white after you're cooked.

*applauds*

I think "canary in the idiocy mine" is my new favorite expression. Oh, excuse me... "espression".

It's like PIGlio griglio.

*raises hand*

I agree. We Midwesterners know our steak. Just don't go to somewhere not known for their steak and order it. Now, chicken fried steak from Cracker Barrel, and they would have been good to go.

Today is my 8th straight day at work (at a coffee shop rife with monogrammed thermosery). After placing our weekly order this morning I have been refreshing the Kitchenette homepage repeatedly waiting for comic relief. Pinkham, you've restored my sanity yet again.

Hey, sitters are expensive. So is sex ed. Take your kid to an orgy.

Market them as extra-tender baby linguinies at twice the price.