So, according to Perez, Lindsay’s lovely father is claiming she’s pregnant. Do we believe it?

I agree, but I also think that living with the parents is only an option if they live in the city in which one is trying to find work. I grew up in a farm town of around 500 people. There’s a community college nearby, so there’s that. As for job opportunities though, anything worthwhile would require a commute.

Do you know what’s gross and a pain in the butt at the same time? Cleaning all of the hair out of my vacuum. Disgusting, but hey, it definitely seems to vacuum better now.

We had a morning wedding, so no dance for us. However, I used to work as a caterer for a large Midwestern university. One of the best dances I witnessed was the groom and groomsmen dancing to Wipeout complete with pushup surfing (yes, half the guys would do pushups with a guy surfing on their back). The wedding…

Ugh. Could of, would of, should of drive me nuts. I catch those all of the time in news articles. Do you really think the person you are quoting said could of? Come on now, reporters.

I grew up as a Miracle Whip kid. There’s something about it that makes potato salad amazing. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve grown to appreciate real mayo (not gross stuff with a million ingredients) more and more. Don’t write off mayo just yet.

Woohoo! I’m done with grading (except for IEP and 504 kids)! My only chore left is to clean and pack up my room.

That’s the first thing I thought of, too.

All I can think of now is this. Thanks for that.

I have never been puked on, but I’ve been the poker.

I used to work at a restaurant with a fruit fly problem. On slow shifts we would take the creme brûlée torch and burn them out of the air. Did it solve our problem? No. Was it a great way to kill time? Yup.

I still see an occasional whip, and the nae nae gets busted out at dances. It’s weird what has staying power and what falls by the wayside. We’re still suffering through the “what are those?!” and “9+10=21" memes.

Middle school teacher here: my kids dab all the time. Sitting at their desk? dab. Sharpening a pencil? dab. Going up to the board? dab.

Now that’s some pillow talk.

I agree on both accounts. I gave up on BBT a few years ago. I just couldn’t do it anymore, and this is coming from someone who loves nerd humor.

Ha! Once she gets to Liz Taylor levels, I’ll start to take notice.

Ha! Oh, Shelley Long. She really screwed the pooch, didn’t she?

I’m too lazy to IMDB it, but wasn’t she on that sitcom with John Ritter before he passed away? I feel like she’d be in a string of failed pilots/one-season wonders. I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t tried to parlay her BBT success into rom-com roles like the ones that Drew Barrymore and Kate Hudson play.

Her shallot and mushroom is my go to for my quiche needs. It’s so easy!

I can’t stop looking. This is mesmerizing.