Last time he was debating Bill. Now he’s debating Obama. I wonder if it’s because he can’t tolerate debating a smart woman.

We have. Every. Single. One.

Dollars to doughnuts he paid people to write his papers and take his exams for him.

Pears. We have two gorgeous pear trees that start out prolifically every year. By the time the pears are ripe, we’re lucky to get TWO. Those little fuckers knock them off the tree and eat maybe a quarter of each one.

This makes me see the “Give me my two dollars!” kid in “Better Off Dead” in a whole new way.

That’s not always an option. The other public schools might be worse, or too far away, or something else.

Oh, that’s the video that Tony Blair was watching when he fell off his rowing machine.

Yes, that is a factor. My father had relatively mild polio, but it affected him all his life afterwards. Sadly, he died in 95. So you’re right - living memory helps a lot.

Yes, yes, I utterly agree with you. Ugh. I lost a few friends thusly.

I’m 51 too. I think a lot of the respect for science came, quite honestly, from the government’s educational efforts during the cold war. You sure as hell are going to respect people who know how to make bombs that could wreck civilization.

Thank you. I suspect it’s a little less urgent and breathless than the DM would have it, but yeah, even so....

DO. TELL. I thought she was the thirsty one.

I make my own. Dark chocolate, cocoa, local milk (Ronnybrook) and cream, local egg yolks (Alderfer) and unrefined cane sugar.

I was made to wear that hair as an 11-12 year old. Damn you, Hamill.

He’s cast as Culverton Smith. In the original stories, Smith is basically a...well, if you don’t want spoilers, don’t click the link.

LOL, I starred you, honey. Because I’ve made the same sort of joke a bunch of times since this happened.

Come closer, so I can smack you with my eyes.

I have painfully brown eyes. But only because I fell and hit my head, and now I have massive bruises ringing my eyes as a result.

When I was seven, I had a pair of bellbottoms. It was 1972. They weren’t bellbottoms unless you could fit your whole head inside.

Questionable pasta = frutti de mare with cheese