Turkey hash, with the stuffing as the carbohydrate base. I think I look forward to that more than the actual dinner.

You’re not supposed to be offended by what’s on the outside of a Bud can.

> Oddly, the one person I still routinely refer to as a c-word, is the man we’re (hopefully) about kick out of the White House.

“Fucking asshole” is a good all-purpose label. Then elaborate on that as circumstances allow.

A plain white van, or a silver Camry. Hide in plain sight, and you don’t need to run.

This leads me to a question about this GTA-style fantasy of car chases (all can respond): What vehicle would you choose for a car chase?

I don’t even think the driver is going for the drive-through. I think that’s just for the exit, if it’s anything like the layout of the McDonald’s nearest me.

I don’t give a shit if he’s right or wrong about lateness. “Dr.” Phil is a shitbag who revels in humiliating others for entertainment. He’s a toxic lump of southern-fried garbage and no one should ever have to hear another word from him again. Anyone mentioning his name in public without dragging him like a legless…

Ill add another one just because it’s fun!

This is the spookiest thing that has happened to me, and it happened last night. It’s not going to win this contest by any means, but it certainly spooked me. I would love to get this comment un-greyed and the thoughts of anyone who knows more about spirits or has connections with spirits (or with Apple products?!)

I wrote this up last year, intending to share it on here, and then I never did for some reason. A year later and I’ve decided it’s time.

This story is true, but names have been changed to protect my password verification questions.

Years ago, I was living in an apartment with my cat Coco. We lived there happily many years, but I wanted a dog too so I bought a house with a yard. Being an old fellow, Coco was upset by the move and was especially freaked…

“What the fuck was that?”

This isn’t award-winning creepy or anything, but I know all you interwebs spine-tingle addicts will appreciate this: I just found out a few weeks ago that one of my neighbors, a gentle Santa-Clausy type, was propositioned by a man at a rest stop in Indiana back in the ’70s. My neighbor, having a preference for the…

I told this one before, but I posted really late so I’ll try again this year.

For some reason, your description of this house reminds me of a house down the street from ours that went up for sale a couple of years ago.

The tuna with a heart!

Maybe if bumble Bee was more supportive of people during hard times like Schooner Tuna they might have better karma.

Seems an apt time to post this oldie...

Some actors can speak Shakespeare and some can’t. He can’t. I don’t know who was worse: Keanu or Alicia Silverstone in Love’s Labours Lost.