There are ethical concerns about the whole concept of breeding/purebreds, considering so many perfectly good non-puppy/non-purebred dogs are euthanized each year because no one wants them. I wouldn't go so far as to say it's irresponsible to buy from a breeder (some folks have to get special dogs for allergy reasons)…

Because it's funny, and I find the complete lack of coherent writing to be even funnier.

Brian Stoke Mitchell is black. Not as dark-skinned as the fellow they used in the picture in Rachel's locker, though.

2011 suffered from a serious lack of Ke$ha. I'm hoping she kicks more ass this year.

Friends don't let friends date libertarians/conservatives.

Wait wait wait. We're supposed to make New Year's resolutions? Plural? More than one? No way. When did we start a list of resolutions? I've always just picked one thing to fuck up. I can't commit to a whole list of things!

I don't get it much from my family since I don't have much family, but it seems almost every week at work someone asks me when I'm getting married. It's pretty grating considering I've explained to them all that I do not believe marriage is right for me and have no intentions of marrying.

You can't march inside a cantina. People get killed for less in Mos Eisley.

I'm guessing you just replied to the wrong person?

The point is that cashiers at Wal-Mart do not know their customer's business. You can't see someone paying with an EBT card, holding an iPhone, and immediately know the circumstances that lead to them needing government assistance. Maybe their parents pay for the phone bill on a family plan, maybe they went on food…

So change the movie title the Braving. Done and done.

Lucky. My cats think I'm a food dispenser.

I am a fabulous dresser. And all those other good things. But no one can accuse me of being fun. I am a delightful stick in the mud.

Hey! I'm a Virgo...wait, I'm not fun at all. Damn you, accurate star pattern characteristics!

It's a lot of fun. I did it to one of my (atheist) friends for his birthday. Wrapped his present (The book Jesus Freak by DC Talk) completely in duct tape. It took half an hour to unwrap and the his face was absolutely priceless when he saw what an awful gift it was. I think you're supposed to follow it up with a…

My family liked to make one gift damn near impossible to open. Just wrap the ever loving shit out of it. Make the kid really work to get it open. And then make it not even that good of a gift (clothing was always my mom's favorite)

Oh good grief, give the kids some credit. They're a bit more resilient than all that.

You just lost yourself a Christmas half-eaten PB&J.

Oh, the tears of children is what Christmas is all about, ya'll!

Maddow is not a news anchor. She is a news commentator. There is a big difference.