My corner bar at 11:30 on a Thursday night is pretty loud, too. No one would hear or be much bothered by a crying baby. Doesn't make it an appropriate place to bring one.

God, she's such an asshole for putting her child through this. I hope she leaves this obnoxious Kardashian world the minute she can!

Did you read the entire article he linked? Cecil explicitly states that's a myth.

Oh, no, wait. I thought you meant that she ought to dump ice water on the dickwad boyfriend to educate him about ALS. That would be better.

Ann Margaret's every outfit in Bye Bye Birdie is on point. For your consideration, I also love Mary Tyler Moore's skinny pants and flats as Laura Petrie in Dick Van Dyke. I swoon with envy as she's serving Rob an after work martini.

Wow if you did not hit her with the grocery sack full of perfectly shaped river rocks, you are a better person than I.

Hat-Themed wedding.

My uterus hurts from that story. This won't win the prize but I'm sharing anyway.

In honor of Bono, the App should be named Sunday, Bloody Sunday.

I can't believe nobody has made an app called iBleed

Once, while in the middle of licking herself, my dog farted on her own head. She jumped up and ran out of the room with a "What the hell was that!" look on her face.

I love when someone drags out that old "well, nice for you rich people to be able to afford real food but the rest of us..." meme. Real food is a birthright. Don't believe me? Travel to Italy, France, or just about any other country. I don't apologize to anyone for wanting real food in my food.

I came here to say this. The dress is actually quite interesting and flattering but those shoes don't fit the look at all. I don't understand.

That hem length + boot height = crime against all human eyeballs. Seriously, how does she not see how stumpy and ungraceful that makes her look? I have no other objections to her outfit, but that one is a big one.

Posting this might be in vain because I can't get approved no matter what I do, but anyway, I have Feelings about this. Say what you will about Paula Deen's personality or her racist remarks. They are inexcusable, but honestly, the constant snarking on her food is getting really old and tired, and I really think a lot…

I don't even want to know what Velveeta tastes like, let alone fudge-encased Velveeta. That shit should not be allowed. NOT IN MY AMERICA. (I don't live in America, but please allow me to speak for it if only in this one instance.)

Instead of punching her in the face, like I wanted to, I said, "how 'bout I don't charge you for the haircut, and we'll call it even?"

Nobody puts Baby on the floor.