“American Idol loser and congressional race loser...”

This is evidently the hill upon which Moral Dictata wishes to die. I can’t see any diminishing of the argument any time soon.

And the obligatory, “I want to thank my lord and savior Jesus Christ...”

Yep. Dalmations are basically the Irish Setters of the “Non-Working” Group (i.e., wonderfully elegant dogs, but idiots).

Me, too! When I tried to add one, I got two. When I tried to delete one of them, both disappeared. I’m always startled the few times I am successful.

“Oh, goddamnit!”

He was certainly good-looking.

But “giving kids a say” and listening to what the kids have to say are two very different things. At 9 years of age, my daughter would have loved to spend more time with her father because he plied her with sweets, had no rules or boundaries and was generally the “fun” parent. He also spent his time either stretched…

{Sigh} Is Kimmy ever at fault for anything?

I agree about Joey. Upon first viewing, I always thought his reactions to/pronouncements about things were idiotic. Now, much later, I find myself thinking,”Well, he’s actually right about that...” when he reacts to something.  I think he’s held up the best of all of them.

I’ve always contended that Joey was the best friend, and he’s grown on me with (my) age.

If someone really wants a bump, they’ll do whatever it takes to manage that situation. On international TV? Sure. “Look, Ma, no hands?” Happens all the time.

Ah, my work here is done. ;-p

You are, my dear.  You are!

I came for the wedding dress and am mightily disappointed.

LOLOL!  Take your star!

Any over-unders on how long JLo can go without a man in her life?

IHOB = International House of ?

LOL! The last time I had anything (legal) like that was years and years ago. My dad took me and afterwards, unbeknownst to me at the time, he stopped at an Ace Hardware, told me to stay in the car and, when I came to, told me that I had hunted him down in the store, chased him back to the car and hit him over the head…

I’m having 4 teeth ripped out of my head next week and have squirreled-away enough Norco to sink the Hesperus. Plus they’re giving me an IV drip of propofol, of all things, and I didn’t even ask. I hope your work tomorrow is as much fun as mine is promising to be!