That green sauce's secret ingredient is crack, I swear.

So, Rob Lowe's playing Dave Navarro, right?

I love my Spurs, but I think what I'll miss most, besides the consistently good games, is the H-E-B commercials once these guys retire or move on. I just hope they can make it past the (probably) Heat.

Kanye... Kanye, Kanye, Kanye... at least when Ozzie did something dumb on the walls of the Alamo he had the excuse of being super-insane drunk.

I know one would imagine that some Liberace music would be the appropriate background listening to have on while browsing these fashions, but my computer just happens to be on the new Daft Punk album's more disco-y tracks, and that seemed to make it that much better for me. I think it's all the wide collars' fault.

I remember at TON from when I was four, but that was after a move from the house I spent my first 3 years in. A lot of my younger memories have placeholders based on moves (we lived in 8 houses over 16 years of my life - not enough for settings to be random, but enough to be big events), so changethin a scale that…

Olga tends to be a little more ornery, so Helga gets more gold stars on the boob board, I'd say.

Mine have been "Helga" and "Olga" since high school.

Two "blindsided by the guy I was dating before dumping me & they swooped in for a couple of nights" rebound dudes. Yeah, I made that same mistake twice. And I still know one of them, so whenever I see him online, I just pretend that didn't actually happen. I was 19 and 20 respectively when both happened, so I like…

As a fellow large-breasted Amanda, I'll gladly offer her part of mine. It'll make working out a ton easier. :/ (Yeah, I miss my reasonable, comfy high school-era C-cups.)

Jarrell was '97, it was a full-on F5 (incredibly destructive) at 3/4 of a mile wide, and I think the most unusual thing about it, besides just the intensity of the destruction (it completely wiped an entire subdivision of nearly 40 newer, well-built homes off the map, ripped asphalt off the roads, and dug up soil and…

Don't know, but my whole life I always heard about the Wichita Falls, TX tornado that was a mile and a half wide that happened in '79 as the big bogeyman my mom held over our heads to make sure we had our tornado safety strategy down pat as kids.

I tried one out at one of the Chicago DWR showrooms last week and it's so nice. Very classy, but I have a deep-seeded love for the old fiberglass colorful models.

My grandparents have some of the fiberglass ones from the '50s that they promised to me whenever they no longer need them. I don't want to think too much about the circumstances that would warrant my grandparents no longer needing them, but those chairs automatically bring me so many happy memories of growing up…

Neither is creepy. Many states have "Romeo & Juliet" laws where there's a 3-year age difference (sometimes more) stopgap to prevent cases like this. Didn't know Florida wasn't one of those states, and fuck them for trying to get a barely-"legal" girl labeled as a sex offender for life (and I'd wholeheartedly say the…

Damnit, and after I already made plans. Someday I'll be able to make it to one of Drew's Austin signings.

I love Brick so much that I named my Ford Fiesta "Pantalones", just so that it could be a Pants Party.

Texas baseball fans would fit in well with your California bandwagoners. "Which team's not pathetic this year? Well, that's my team this year! Just let me go stash these Astros hats in the back of the closet... Oh yeah, I've always been a HUGE Rangers fan!"

THIS! Ever since sophomore year of high school when it became "cool" to wear their overpriced tees, I've had a hatred for them that's only been reinforced over and over - damnit, A&F, why'd you have to go and do a good thing? This totally messes with my unadulterated distaste for you. (Then again, I'm no longer tiny…

Damnit, Kohl's, sign this shit!