My takeaway is that next time I'm having my period I will say "I am in the wardrobe of my Royal Daintiness." So much more quaint than saying it's Shark Week.

Laundresses were stereotypically haggard, because washing clothes was hard as fuck. It was probably the most physically uncomfortable and demanding domestic chore, which is why even middle class families on modest budgets sent their laundry out if they possibly could.

Hot dogs and hamburgers can handle like 2-3 ingredients. The, what, 18 you guys use is just gilding the lily.

Before I start, let me say I was a server for a decade, and I have nothing but the utmost respect for all service employees. But this story has become legendary in my family, so: Mr. Tigger and I moved for his job from the East Bay Area in CA to Austin, Texas. On our first date night after moving, we went out to…

I dunno... maybe she just shouldn't have swallowed that IUD in the first place.

FOR SOME REASON I thought that I could watch this, alone, while 6-months pregnant, and I would enjoy it and everything would be fine.

Oh, man, I'd be all over a Parks and Rec album. My favorite Leslie musical moment was "Parents Just Don't Understand." Not only was she amazing, but Nick Offerman's punchline after her setup just fucking destroyed it.

One of my favorite memories is going with my dad to a chain record store, his picking up a Zeppelin sheet music book, and howling at the "Ah—-ah—-ahhhh—-ahh——-ah—-ah—-ahhhh-ahh."

Aww! I saw this a few days ago. My daughter goes to school with a few of these kids. I am so proud they are getting a bit of notoriety.

I believe the true unsung hero here is the young lady in the back, killing her FUCKING DRUM SET!!!!

Not me, but my daughter became consumed with horses around age 4. She liked to gallop around and neigh, and would not answer to me in public unless I called her by the horse name she chose for herself..."Whitey."

I was 8 years old when I went into my parent's bedroom one morning while my parents were still asleep and saw my Dad had a boner. I totally freaked out, woke my Mom up by dragging her out of the bed, and called 911 because I thought it was a chestburster from Aliens.

There isn't a single high school dance memory I wouldn't trade for a tour of a chocolate factory

Mine too.

They couldn't possibly make Britt the next Bachelorette, could they? Are there any guys watching right now going, "Give me the crazy, needy one that doesn't know how this show works. Want it." That simply cannot be.

"You mean someone made the animatronic reindeer in the neighbor's yard hump AGAIN?!?! Shocking! I had no idea! Who could have done such a thing???"

Yeah I think it was in my Facebook feed where someone was complaining about Missy Elliot being in the SB halftime show, specifically that she "hasn't done anything new for a decade" and someone else said "well probably because she's been dropping the proverbial mike for a decade and nobody can get close enough to pick…

"I think she likes sex already."

Man, those Scandinavians were really hard up for food back in the day. YIKES.