It’s an adult male, from reports. Poor little guy must’ve been terrified.

Verbatim what my next-door neighbor said to me last week. She despises him, “but”...

Does he look suspiciously like Alex Moffat as eric trump or is it just me?

I was Executive Assistant to an impossibly rich man for 25+ years and came to know him better than he knew himself, which included knowing everything about the rich people who flocked to him, not because he was cool but because he was rich. The rich can sniff out money better than a gold digger.

“...pull up the ladder and pretend you’ve been there all along...”

I like you.

Re Lentz: Wouldn’t you think his lord and savior J.C. would at least provide him with a few hair-styling tips, whether he prayed on them or not? Or is this a case of “The higher the hair...” strategy?

Well, I don’t think those two things are necessarily mutually exclusive! I’m glued to Rachel Maddow on MSNBC right now, just finished a Snickers the size of a goat, and it’s going to be a long evening.  “High” sounds like a reasonable next step.

Please accept your star for typing “...couldn’t care less...” This Grammar Nazi appreciates it.

From your lips...

That movie still gives me the willies, as does Ivanka.

I had it with Phil a long time ago but have to agree with him down to the letter regarding people being late. 

I’ve always slapped a couple of tomato slices on top of the mac & cheese, maybe a shake of parmesan and stuck the whole thing under the broiler for a minute. The crisp parmesan, then the slightly squishy tomatoes, then the mac & cheese? I’ve gone for days eating nothing but that. It’s so good.   

I don’t have a prayer of destroying the American economy and Vanity would never have a chance at my head. I just like to keep my Colorado feet dry and warm. Always seems practical when a pair of Ariats jumps out at me!

I’m the same way with Ariat hiking boots. We wants what we wants!

Oh, crap, this reminds me of something I guess I’ve tried to forget. Happened only about 3-4 years ago.

I would like to point out to all Jezebel staffers on the blog who kept yelling at Ms. Welker to “hit the mute button:” Ladies, she was not in charge of the damn mute button. I’m not going to do your work for you. Do your jobs & go find out who it was on your own. Or not.

Nice.

What’s wrong with that woman’s/girl’s/person’s left hand/fingers? (second photo)

Oops. Never mind.