After the show, I was ready for some finger blasting.

In college, my long-distance girlfriend called me and told me she was pregnant (and yes, we used birth control). The first in my mind was "Mathmatically, it doesn't make sense, since her last period was XX and the last time we had sex was XX." Thankfully she didn't let it go on for more than a few minutes.

AAANNNDDD that's why my wife and I paid for everything in our wedding. Even then, her mom tried to shoehorn herself in there anyway.

I'm an engineer, not a manager, and I'd LOVE to get overtime. Most engineering firms that I'm aware of do not pay overtime.

You know, I've never understood the whole alumni-giving-money-to-the-school thing. I've never felt the need to give my university any money since I've graduated. To me, it was a business agreement: I paid them money and in return, I received an education and a diploma.

Oh lord, can't recommend a G35 coupe. I have one and my hair brushes the headliner with a sunroof and the seat all the way down. I'm only 6' tall. No, my hair isn't tall either.

That's just beautiful.

For me it didn't go well. I ran into Neil deGrasse Tyson at Disney World and I was a complete bumbling idiot, completely blanked on his name when he was standing in front of me. I said exactly this: "I know you! I see you on PBS!" He was completely gracious, giving me a big smile and a fake tip of the hat, and I…

I can't recommend this enough. My wife and I went that route and it's been a godsend since we made the decision to have her stay home with our daughter. Also going that route, naturally, we ended up with a smaller house, with all the benefits a smaller house entails (smaller mortgage, fewer taxes, smaller utility…

The "TM" just about made me do a spit-take.

My youngest sister, Mom's third child, was born at home because it was "Hey, I'm in lab... oh, here she is!" My dad, a policeman, managed to arrive before the paramedics and helped, as my sister and I were not prepared, being 3 and 5, respectively.

Oh lord, tacos al pastor. Literally my favorite food ever since I discovered them in Mexico.

This, too, is my dream; I can anal-retentively wash the top side myself. In fact, just the other day I was asking a colleague if they knew of any that would allow just wash the undercarriage. To his knowledge, he didn't.

I saw my first one in the wild just yesterday! Threw up in my mouth a little.

Yep, even sleepy little Fairway has a problem with stolen cars in the winter.

For fun, you all ought to head to Gawker to read the comments to the exact same story.

I don't use a hand-held but I use a drop spreader to spread salt around my (huge) driveway. My garage is down an incline to the basement level (street level is the first floor of the house) with a turn-around in back. All told I have about 3500 square feet to cover. Works a treat. Just rinse it out after and…

I have to admit that's brilliant.

Yep, that's been my biggest complaint about the contestants playing the game. I'd definitely want to run the board from the bottom to the top (highest $ to lowest $).

Yes, it had duck fat in it! I didn't write the name of the dish down and now I can't remember it! The waiter said that if the next time I was in that I could request it and if I asked nicely they'd probably make it. He also said the chefs were protective of their duck fat. ;-)