Actually, most of the reps in DC seem pretty darn concerned for each other right now. The "my way or the highway" posturing comes from constituents threatening to throw them out if they dare put sound policy ahead of party.

…burg.

Forget it, Dik. It's Disney.

And probably a separate bin where he houses all his accountants.

What's the difference between seeing a sexual surrogate (which may not be easy to find or afford) and a "kind, caring, compassionate sex worker" plus a therapist?

Yep. Also, I'm wondering how "childish and immature" were his main takeaways on the LW's problems. We're not talking about someone freaking out over having an average-sized dick here. Dude doesn't have a whole lot of good associations with things that can happen below the belt buckle for totally legit reasons.

So the LW just needs to get over his anxieties and work on relationship-building skills…except that according to you, no one wants to date a virgin, so where and how is he supposed to get those?

You might want to look up a song called Taylor the Latte Boy. And Taylor's response.

Dan knows. Bigot probably doesn't care.

With all the work Dan refers them, they've earned a break.

Have you met kids? Weird tangential questions are kind of their stock in trade.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame gargoyles?

No, but some obvious casting is just too perfect to ignore.

They're ring-shaped crunchy snacks. Also not quite fun and not quite an onion.

Please. He wouldn't last thirty seconds before he'd go looking for a TV set or golf ball.

Also, it puts money in Peter Thiel and Carl Icahn's pockets. I'm not saying I don't still use it, but there's no perfect option here.

Does anyone remember A Bug's Life? Either everyone else holds it in higher esteem than I do, or it just kinda slips off the list when people talk about Pixar not being able to do any wrong in the early days.

I mean, I can see it working if you write the script around him just being Owen Wilson and making that creepy and disturbing in context. Not so much if he's trying to play against type.

One of the most fun exercises from my branding class was trying to categorize Frito-Lay chips into different types of relationships. So Ruffles were the significant other you bring home to mom; Fritos were drinking buddies; Cheetos were that ex you know you shouldn't keep going back to but can't resist. I have no…

They already moved it up to next year. Cool your super-jets.