one of my students wrote about having a "kindle spirit" in her BFF—she meant, I think, "kindred spirit"—, a phrase which I am now going to use.

the part they left out is that the dogs were burned at the stake after claiming they'd had sex with the devil.

Isn't the explanation for the Monica-Rachel apartment that it was Monica's grandmother's place and rent controlled?

it smells like dirty feet to me. really dirty feet. cannot eat it.

I first saw her in True Romance, and she blew me away, esp. the scene where she takes out the hitman, James Gandolfini.

We free feed ours, too. She just doesn't overeat, unlike the labs I lived with earlier in my life.

such a great, pithy explanation.

The Beiber girl is Kate McKinnon. She's sublime.

I found myself trying to narrate the brilliance of your comment to several colleagues today. Woke up smiling/laughing at your cleverness.

Flame the Standard Poodle was robbed, I tell you. Robbed.

careful what you ask for:)

I'm sure you've already gotten lots of love for this funny/silly comment . . .

have you seen this video of the distance runner with MS?

wait . . . it's not an ironic updo?

dontcha know that the woman-less reading list is proof positive that the teacher is so beyond gender that he doesn't worry about tokenizing female authors?

sad, crabby, in an existentialist funk . . .

Well, it's hard to get in the habit of resting one's hand on the stick shift or riding the clutch, when a person's perfectionist father slaps one's hand or leg at the slightest hint of a clutch-infraction . . . so, I've retired all my cars with the transmission intact.

Lactaid doesn't really seem to help much. I have theories about his situation, some of which are probably ridiculous, but the one theory I like is that he ate SO much dairy birth-40, that his body has just given up. He was literally a cheese-omelette-for-breakfast, cheese-pizza-for-lunch,…

my wisconsin-born husband is now cow-cheese intolerant—it hit him in his mid 40s. First it was milk and ice cream and now cheddar.

some of us have the genetic mutation that allows for lactose persistence, and we say to those of you poor individuals who lack this genetic superiority, "suck it."