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I have a maybe-weird question to ask. Little Rascals (the movie) came out when I was in elementary school, and within a week or two of its release, kids of all grades were running around yelling, "Otay-this!" and "Otay-that!" It was otay-mania. Almost as quickly as the word became popular in our school, our

Did Jake Johnson get knocked up by Jay Cutler? Because he's the only man Nick Miller thinks of that way.

"Atlanta ... hotbed of communism."

I would watch a tape of that, or at the very least, listen to the audio, because I am dying to hear the repulsive slurs they hurl at each other during what has to be the most epic, vitriolic hate sex ever.

Cheese sticks. It was awesome.

Stop thinking about it and keep boning. Happy trails!

I love it when cats sit like this. My phone is full of pictures of my cat doing this exact pose. It seriously cracks me up every time.

Smiling gahhhhhhh! Your cat is awesome.

What are these women studying? Are they all getting their MBAs (stereotypes, yay!)? Because in my grad program, I think we counted about two straight guys in a class of 300.

Oh god yes. The writing and acting will break your heart without feeling cheap or manipulative. You feel like you've experienced something special and rare when you watch this show. It's mostly about family and relationships, so you can tune out the minimal football footage, and if I were you, I'd tune out Minka

I think that's a good distinction to make, and a really good point in general.

I am also deeply noncompetitive, and I'm a smile-at-everyone kind of gal. For other noncompetitive folks, how do people generally react when you state that you're not competitive (not that it comes up in everyday conversation, but, ya know)? Whenever I've made that statement to my friends, they generally respond with

I came here just to say that I'm glad you pointed that out, and quite articulately.

WHY ARE THERE NO SCHMIDT GIFS?

I watched the first debate with my Republican aunt, uncle, and cousin, and we all just sat there in tense silence until the whole damn thing was over. Except the time I excused myself into the kitchen during the health care talk, because I was about to boil over.

I work in the political arena, and I still can't make myself watch. I could literally only handle the nerves if I were smashed, and I've already crossed off that box this week with last night's Monday Night Football game.

I'm sorry you lost your old kitty. Honestly, I think his conspicuously inconvenient vomiting is a cat's way of saying, "I care enough to make you mad."

And why does it always happen at 3 a.m.? I wake up to "unk, unk, unk" far too regularly. Probably because at 3 a.m., I am much less likely to be able to get the cat onto a hard floor. Bastard cat.

This is one of my favorite lines in Jezebel history. And I've been reading for a long, long time.

Yeah, mine are nicely groomed now, but they were painfully thin from about 15-17. I think my mom finally said something (nicely). Bless her.