I use a half teaspoon per clove. Works well for me.

That headline is basically a Mad Libs filled in by Christian fundamentalist kids who aren’t allowed to say anything remotely close to a curse-word.

Yeah, a schlub (shlub? shlubb?) like me trying to flirt is unlikely to work with just about anybody and will come off as either creepy, pathetic, or (more likely) a combination of the two.

I, too, wish to make a settle.

You Ken say that again!

The way I think of it is that they are, collectively (as well as individually), “the worst”. Since he is one of them, he is, by the transitive property*, “one of the worst”.

Every once in a while I’ll see the Steve Jobs quote on LinkedIn. You know the one:

To clarify, the restaurant was not eating $10. Unless you think that they sell their desserts for cost.

I hope they remembered to include the price of the comped desserts when calculating the tip.

Whether it’s Cecil or Prince, I don’t want to see their diarrhea, bloody discharge, OR projectile vomiting, thank you very much.

If anyone says “I don’t mean to be rude, but....”, you know the next thing that comes out of their mouth is going to be rude.

I am stunned at how accurate that is.

I absolutely love that movie and understand that the line was almost certainly ad-libbed, but it always bothers me because it would be funnier if they switched the adjectives. Particularly since there’s a pregnant pause between the two.

I don’t remember exactly what the mother says at the end, but something about how, if the dogs were still around, they wouldn’t have brought the main character when the family moved away from their farm.

I love the little guy who shows up around the 30 second mark. He’s all like “hey, guys, you want to go shoot some hoops? Oh, you got something else going on? What’s that over here? GIMME SOME BREAD RIGHT NOW!!!!! NO! DON’T TAKE BREAD AWAY FROM ME!!!!”

<sotto voce>

Not that I have seen many of the photographs from the Body Issues, but I was always surprised at just how huge pretty much everyone’s thighs were (plus, they just seemed to be about 80 lbs of solid muscle). Didn’t matter what sport they played, their thighs were ginormous.

Exactly where my thoughts went.

Starred for “no regerts”.

Ok, my joke was going to be “I thought that’s what got him into all of the trouble in the first place”, but yours is more understated, shorter, and, as much as it pains me to say it, better.