This suggests we need to do something about those damned cows.

Silent movies were just movies - they have their stage-acting-y charm, but I dare you to sit unmoved through "Broken Blossoms".

I would, too.

Mood boards? For a cake? Who died and made her...oh, never mind.

I don't know how it's going to be utilized, but my cat wants one BAD.

Hasn't anyone read "The Great Gatsby"? It's not exactly news.

Does it come with a uteroid-shaped case as well? How do you open it?

Sounds like sarcasm to me. My ovaries can take it.

Okay, Keith Richards will order one, Ted Nugent will order one...there's a market there.

I'm faintly disappointed - I was expecting the balls to release more energy. Oh, well...back to the calculator.

Oh, dear. I know people who worked on it, and it's not their fault.

It's called liquifaction...it's why you don't want to build your house on landfill. My geologist husband called it "real-time geology".

Takes one to know one.

Mr. Savage is a national treasure - his only competition is Ozzy Osbourne.

Something had to be alive to make fossils in the first place.

Yuck!

My car is so old that it doesn't have cupholders...what do you do then?

The use of a stick as a toothbrush is a traditional practice in many cultures. Everything old is new again, as the song goes.

Perhaps we can enlarge the statute to include sex with a Republican.

Pardon me, but who died and put this Ms. Gallagher in charge?