What, residents come to your museum? I have two rooms filled with honking, buzzing, and farting gyroids so I can sort them out. Let's see them try a nap there.

I hated Ken too. I projected upon him the personality of every fattish, condescending middle-management-type guy I've ever known, and loathed him. Every time I saw him I expected him to ask me about my insurance needs, complain about Obama screwing up blah blah blah, or make offensive remarks about wimmin demanding…

I got a Tri Force and then lost it somewhere - I thought it came from a fortune cookie but maybe it did come from a shaken tree. Can't remember. Anyway, open your gate before you shake trees and NO BEES.

Have you started chopping down trees and replanting in rigidly styled patterns? Stolen lots of flowers from the islands to do the same? Also, check out towns in foreign countries in the Dream Suite. I'm viewing a lot of Japan and South Korea.

You too? Kappn is a creeper, I swear. So glad I found out pressing the A button repeatedly cuts off the songs to the island. I don't want to ever hear "my ship is a cucumber" that he eats or whatever the hell it is. Ugh.

My heroine.

I can't be the only one who thought "Yum! Marzipan pigs!"

My parents weren't liberal when they were younger. But time, and the more people they came to know, turned them into remarkably accepting people. This was true of many in my parent's generation - my dad was born in 1919, my mom was born in 1929. They didn't care about gays as they knew them in the community. They…

Lunch spoiler here, but...SHIT and FLIES. Shit and flies everywhere, every day. Shit that must be moved and disposed of. Every day. And guess where "Winnebago Man" was shot? Right in the heart of farm country. Ten miles from where I grew up. GOD DAMN FUCKING FLIES.

I like Lasagna, as chosen by LuAnn Platter (King of the Hill).

Thank you! I thought I was one of the few in the universe who knew this, learnt at my depression-survived mother's knees. She was an awesome cook, too, and thought the red velvet cake was lame compared to GOOD chocolate.

That thing with teeth is freaking me out, man. Totally crawling out from under that rock. Woah.

So, what would one do with the old peener diaper? Cause you gotta put on a fresh one after draining the radiator.

Now I can lay blame for my boys' giant heads on husband's German side. God, as near-adults they are HUGE. Big jaws and teeth, too. The eldest once proudly showed me how he could take one bite of a McDonalds hamburger and get the entire patty, leaving a slim crescent of bun.

No, the decal to put on the back of the pickup camper.

Ms. Pam, PLEASE BE MY BEST FRIEND.

I don't know what I'd do with a daughter. (I have barely aware boys). Probably terrorize her with age-appropriate horror stories about weirdos out there, increasing in drama as she ages. Then again I am a dreadful person, having no shame (I'm an ex-assistant DA). I fed my kids true crime stories throughout their…

Oh, I'm so there. I finished school in '84 and am now trying to navigate the terrain for college for my 16, 19 and 21 year olds. I did everything pre-internet and don't have a clue these days with their newfangled online course materials and tests and suchlike. I can't even give them advice on part-time jobs. About…

THANK YOU! Now I will do something productive this afternoon rather than obsessively searching for this.

Check out the Portlandia episode "Nina's Birthday" and the couple requesting the birthday loan.