Weird, my batch didn’t have the aftertaste, and that normally kills colored food for me.

The cream in these cookies remind me of cheap birthday cake frosting. And the sugar crystals just throw me off. Yuck.

Imagine what kind of trauma would make a grown-ass adult cower and cringe and wag his tail like this. The indignities that must have been foisted on Cilizza while he was equipment manager for the Loomis Chaffee hockey team!

Heads up, gang: I dismiss aggressively and 3 of you made the same “correction” to my comment. You’re not clever. I said what I meant and meant what I said.

A hypocritical Republican? GTFO.

This list is why some guys secretly (and others not-so-secretly) are glad that women in their lives buy their clothes for them. All five of these are shapeless nightmares.

This list is why some guys secretly (and others not-so-secretly) are glad that women in their lives buy their…

511 Commuter? Hhat the hell is that? Some kind of hipster-man bun thing? Christ. Man up. 501's. Get to work.

511 Commuter? Hhat the hell is that? Some kind of hipster-man bun thing? Christ. Man up. 501's. Get to work.

Editor’s Note: I think a lot of the stars this got were sarcastic, but we’ll roll with it.

Editor’s Note: I think a lot of the stars this got were sarcastic, but we’ll roll with it.

This is the most boring list imaginable. It’s the mayonnaise sandwich of lists.

This is the most boring list imaginable. It’s the mayonnaise sandwich of lists.

all in the name of some buzzwords like ‘diversity’.

“It was the best of times. It was the BLURST of times?...........You stupid monkey!!!!!”

I use a chili brick instead. No clue how I’ve made it to my 30's.

Too much effort.

Everything is political. If you don’t see it, then you’re too comfortable.

Not really, but maybe don’t show up to a politics blog and complain about the writing about politics.

So what.

I always threaded a Velcro strap into it, and used it to hold an umbrella when I lived in Portland, OR. I could whip out that umbrella like a swordsman in a movie.

I saw one the other day at my local Target, I thought I wonder if that person knows what an awesome car they have. Then on my way out I saw the owner, he was an older gentleman, he was loading grand kids in the car. I looked at him, he looked back, I nodded and he opened his jacket to show an AMG Racing team shirt. …

Get a Honda Odyssey or Toyota Sienna or even a Dodge minivan. At least those really and truly say “ hey I’m a minivan and that’s ok.” Versus whatever this thing is: “ Hey I’m an ugly Mercedes thing with a big slouchy ass.”

Seriously, can any of you even imagine a world in which poor people got to eat but we didn’t have Vanderbilt university? Then who would come in last in the SEC?