Another Odd Couple reboot!

Soooo sweet. And it smells like it will be better than it is. The smell sets me up to be disappointed in the taste.

Sriracha is too sweet, not hot enough, and needs more vinegar. The packets seem like a great way to explode sriracha in your purse. Tabasco is better.

June 2010, I think. I may have done it since then, but it is only ever the preamble, and never the main event.

I hope my assistant didn’t hear me laughing just now.

QCIC may have taken lots of science courses, but they appear not to have taken many history courses. Civilizations have collapsed in the past, and they will collapse in the future. The earth will, yes, almost certainly still be here for long after we have all died. And even global pandemic is unlikely to kill every…

I also assume they aren’t wondering this because it is so bizarrely phrased. I had to read the sentence three times.

My mother’s credit is so bad she cannot get a savings or checking account. Everything she makes gets cashed at check-cashing places that charge unconscionable percentages.

It is not frowned upon.

Great, another chance for me to disappoint my mother. She will again ask me why I didn’t become a detective, despite my never having shown any interest in such, and she will want to reminisce about Nancy Drew books that I never read because I was so bored by The Secret of the Old Clock.

Oh, I’m certain it was absolutely awful, and I don’t know that I’ve improved much at all since then. I’m reminded of an exchange in the movie “What’s Your Number”:

That endorsement was a real disappointment for the Carson campaign...

Call me a hipster if you must, but there is just something about looking at porn on a slide projector...

You’re not alone. I married the only man I ever met who did that particular maneuver right. Even the boyfriends who did other things right did that wrong.

I agree that you didn’t do it right, and I wasn’t even there.

They did at my junior high.

I would love to find vintage porn slides. It would really make my day.

This must have been the concern of the friend of mine who left her husband of ten years when she found out that he regularly watches porn (and smokes cigarettes and weed). I may have to call her a former friend. I’m not sure you can really be someone’s friend when they tell you why they left their husband, looking for…

I came here to nominate Ginuwine. Ginuwine brought grinding to my middle school dances in a serious way.

On the border between LA and Orange counties. Far enough from LA proper that Hollywood rules don’t apply, and thankfully not deep enough behind the Orange Curtain to become Real Housewives of the John Birch Society.