The only license plate cover I’ve ever left on my car was for the mechanic I used when I lived in Ohio — the name of the shop was Lusty Wrench.

Filters are your friends, man. If contacting them doesn’t work and you’re not actually the victim of fraud, filter those things out of your inbox and forget them.

My carrier at my last apartment certainly thought it was a requirement. New tenants got snippy notes every day until they put their names up.

Exactly. My family was very much like the Connors in many ways and my mother became more liberal the older she got. Don’t get me wrong — the Connors could be Trump supporters, but they aren’t necessarily Trump supporters based on the prior seasons of the show.

I feel like original Roseanne would have seen Trump for a phony, and probably wouldn’t have voted at all. She and Dan didn’t seem particularly politically involved, TBH, although I could see Darlene and maybe Jackie getting into politics.

I, too, have an irrational love for them, because the annual Longaberger lady convention in Columbus was at the same time as the bar exam and when the ladies found out what some of us were enduring, they had a basket full of snacks delivered to our room (not a Longaberger basket, sadly).

Ehh, I don’t know that I would see a head lump as an emergency (assuming I didn’t get it by hitting my head). I mean, you can’t get a brain tumor on the outside of your skull.

For those who take the extra day, is it really worth cutting that time in a place that is costly or difficult to get to in order to relax at home?

That part really pissed me off. Why the FUCK would she listen to your podcast you solipsistic ASSHOLE?

I have an extremely uncommon first name. If you know it and any one of the states I’ve lived in, I’m found. This change made me delete my account.

The northeastern blackout taught me to keep some cash on me at all times. A counter clerk fronted me $2.00 for a gas station water while I was waiting for a tow truck when I ran out of gas during the blackout and that was pretty damn embarrassing. (I also now don’t let my car go below half a tank for that same reason.)

Very true. I liked going home for the holidays as an adult when my mom was alive but I think that was because (1) we didn’t hang on to the traditions that were clearly for kids (like the Santa presents and story time on mom’s bed mentioned above) as we got older, and (2) because my mom and I transitioned to an adult…

It was pretty packed for Pride Night, when that happened right after the Orlando shooting. But the Rays fan I was with said it was a bit shocking to see how full it was.

I agree with the happy hour idea, but as a cis woman, I never take first dates to places I’m a regular. I did that once and had to avoid my favorite neighborhood bar for six months until the dude stopped showing up (he did not live nearby, so it wasn’t coincidence).

I love that song...because it is TERRIBLE. It’s everything that’s wrong with the West all embodied in a clump of amazing 80s pop stars.

He’s not even qualified for whatever bullshit job he currently has.

Wow, that is a dedicated tailgater! I guess you have to sort of admire their insistence on riding your ass?

I just slow down when this happens to me. Not suddenly, or by using the brakes, just a gradual deceleration until the tailgater decides to go around me (assuming I’m in the proper lane for my speed/exit requirements, of course).

I scrolled through to make sure we lawyers were on the list. I enjoy being a lawyer (you know, most days), though. Maybe it’s because I get to go into my boss’s office and say shit like “get a load of this fucking asshole” like I just said “how’s the weather?”

Starred for the Brazilian steakhouse choice — they even have vegetables, so you wouldn’t die of scurvy!