Sorry Jolie, as with poop-Roomba, there is no going back and no escape. This shit-smear is permanent.

Finding the most racist member of the Missouri House is like trying to find the most orange pumpkin in the patch.

In what I’m sure is a perverse joke by the universe, my lucky number is 27...

As Normcore alluded to, there is a floor here. Whether it’s in the mid-30s or 20s, there is a sizable chunk of this country which will never abandon him. They will ride the Titanic into the water singing the captain’s praises with their final breaths.

Is now the time to point out that:

Ha, I had the same start. I think mine was a ‘93 and might have been the town and country, but little difference. I loved that van. The V-6 had great get up and go, plus I was the only person who could drive more than 3 people comfortably (seemingly everyone else on earth drove a Pontiac Sunfire with a backseat Barbie…

I feel you. Got the stomach flu two days after ACL surgery. Stomach flu... Couldn’t poo. Worst 36 hours of my life. Didn’t even feel the knee.

McKay,

No snark, just sadness. Hopefully by some miracle this is a mistake and he’s fine...

Good riddance. Throw him and his buddies out so their seats can go to a few of the deserving horde of fans filling the overflow rooms and patiently waiting in line outside to show their excitement for the L.A. Chargers.

Genuinely interested in where the DS commentariat stands on Schilling. For those willing to share, reply with your thoughts.

Don’t lose faith. Authorities released their findings on the cause of the accident...

Dear San Diego,

Of course dances come to head, what else are you paying for?

Counterpoint: it’s a win-win situation (for anyone who enjoys seeing the NFL getting its comeuppance.)

Also, I feel I can speak for a healthy majority in saying, fuck off forever 2016. And pre-fuck you 2017.

While moments in our lives ebb, flow, and roll as the tides... Time is a constant... Always slipping away.

Maybe the Yotes ought to have given the empty net more of a shot...

Technically, the Estate (or “death”) Tax taxes wealth, but dying usually removes the fear of being shot, so OP’s example still falls apart...

What about instead of coercion, we all figuratively sign a contract that says we authorize this entity to act in our interests, according to the direction of the people we select to make decisions, and we agree to fund it through required donations?