Then don’t read them.

You’re offering an arid, dry area?

OMG, the green and chocolate pastries are DIVINE.

We bought most of our new kitchen there, and while *they* were putting our order together, we noshed on meatballs and mashed potatoes.

My SO was helping assemble three pieces of IKEA furniture, and his nephew opened up and poured ALL of the parts into a bowl. My SO just about had a hissy fit. And, in my estimation, rightly so.

The price, tho.... It’s DAMNED good.

So fuck off. I imagine you’re pretty proud of yourself for commenting here.

Yeah, and IMHO, their scent sucks as well.

SO true. You stated it perfectly.

I still miss Steve. :-(

True. I noticed this when vacationing there.

Will Davey PLEASE take off that stupid-ass hat? You’re in MILWAUKEE, ffs, not the Wild West.

So in other words, total bullshit.

Those are some.... interesting “facts” you have there.

‘My mother and her first husband would hang out with the teens, an activity she insists was considered far more normal in the 1970s.’

Hey, Michelle, thanks for the sound bite.

Is he napping?

Well, when you block off an avenue of escape, you didn’t do it not knowing that, “Hey, no one can get through here.”

Whatever. I wish I was omniscient and knew everything like this.

Specially when Poirot was Belgian.