Y'know, for such a storied lot of tough-as-nails lone cowboys, Texans sure can be a whiny bunch.

I would like to think that not even a majority of Texans are racist, homophobic, science-fearing, ass-backwards douchebag fuckwits, but the constant election of representatives who espouse the absolute worst shit seems to say otherwise.

It's pretty ridiculous that an Oscar-winning actress who is widely considered one of the best at her craft would have to negotiate that substantial a pay raise to be equal to "not the one who was engaged to Miley."

I'm in the deep south and I hear "nig" or "nigger" pretty much daily. Folks down here just aren't bright enough to be even the tiniest bit subtle.

Well, Baltimore is like 65% thug.

I only even know Rita Ora's name because she's mentioned here at least once a week. I truly don't know what she does or why she's at all relevant.

Olbermann can be pompous and irritating, but he's rarely flat-out wrong, and this particular subject is not exactly out of his milieu. The appraisers on Antiques Road Show are not often specifically specialized in the exact thing they are looking at - it would require a traveling army of specialists - and often in…

Any respect your team "deserves" but isn't getting is directly a result of you being such a whiny crybaby bitch.

I hope Curt Schilling gets ass cancer next.

Nobody bums cigarettes in NYC because cigarettes are $12+/pack there. People have learned, quickly, that nobody will give you a cigarette, and they either don't ask, or offer a buck up front. It's one of the many great side-effects of the ridiculous over-taxing (one of the negatives is fucking vaping).

The great thing is that, since there is absolutely no such thing as being "allergic to gluten," you know those people are full of shit right off the bat.

Much like @Abyss_ said, it's like very rich, robust, citrusy, tangy fruit, but without the actual tanginess, and it's also not heavy, and not perfumey, like some flower essences can be.

I'll allow myself maybe two or three cocktail recipes with it a year, out of many dozens, and I try to make sure it's essential and not just...I dunno...like playing with the Raiders in Tecmo.

St. Germain is a running joke for me and my bartender friends who know what's up. If anybody is stuck on a cocktail creation..."Hey, did you try putting ranch in it?"

Of course it has St. Germain (elderflower liqueur). That shit is the ranch dressing of mixology; throw it in something you can't get right, and it still won't be "right," but people will like it.

Some of your higher-end steakhouses slice at the table. Peter Luger, for example.

My goober just destroyed her lovely new Christmas bed. Her first birthday is in a few weeks, and she's probably getting a new one, but, really, she's lucky she's still a puppy.

Dangerous Fun Korea is Best Korea.

Yeah, I had a feeling you were dim enough to completely prove my point for me if I just gave you the tiniest bit of rope.

Reading comprehension isn't really your forte, huh?