I guess there’s the possibility that it can be a dirty business, but my only experience was with a couple in my church who had two boys, couldn’t have any more children and adopted a 4 year old girl from Guatemala (their sons were early elementary at the time).

My ex-wife loved this show (and SVU and all of the other procedurals). I was in the room for about 5 minutes during the episode where the bad guy has a woman’s ex-military husband tied up and he rapes/kills/whatever both of them (I think I left before anything violent happened, up until then it was just a lot of…

ok, I know the military loves their acronyms, but I, for the life of me, cannot figure out what SHIT means.

As an east-side Michigan ass, I can tell you that the only garnish we needs is ranch!

This is definitely the most hipster-y thing I’ve read in a long time.

The other day I was at Sam’s Club (don’t judge me) and there was a parking spot for the Associate of the Month. Which reminded me of a great line I heard about how being an Employee of the Month is a great way to be a winner and a loser at the same time.

I learned early on that if I didn’t speak for myself, I couldn’t tell the story

The thing I remember most about TBAF is the description of the guy’s chewing tobacco juice just running out of his mourth and freezing on his beard. I honestly only vaguely remember that there is a dog in the story.

London was definitely a lead conductor on the “master race/alpha male/eugenics” train.

Lilo & Stitch is a criminally under-rated movie. When Stitch says “this is my family. It is little. And broken. But good.” Man, I still tear up at that. As someone who came from a “broken” family where I received way more love than many of my friends who lived with both their parents, that still hits close to home…

We did this when I was in junior high in the early 80s. I was incredibly skeptical, so I volunteered (assuming that everyone doing it was faking).

...and so on, and so on, and so on.

I always wondered how hot balls were. Now I know!

I don’t remember which game it was this weekend, but one of them went to commercial break over the dulcid tones of Cemetery Gates.

AAAAYYYY, Billy! Listen to your mother!

This article is like a political version of “Let’s Remember Some Guys.”

Eerie silence. Every single time, and it’s not even close.

Look at this guy, thinking Meyer is embarrassed by anything that he’s associated with!

If you have the opportunity, go to Dookie Chase’s on a Friday night (when they have the full dinner menu available). Several years ago, there were a dozen or so of us who got the family-style dinner with what felt like everything and it is in my top-5 meals of all time.

Trained camel? Preposterous!