Oh, but Aston are being so much more subtle than that. GT12 = GT1+2 = GT3.

Which brings up one of my life's defining mysteries: what the hell happened to Russian dressing? When I was a kid, it was a staple of the salad dressing aisle. Today, it's been pushed aside by newer, trendier, Newman's Owny types of dressing. Why is it so hard to find Russian dressing these days?

You forgot the quotes around "bread." As a matter of style, they are always required when the word is proceeded by "white."

Super extra points for the Babs Windsor pic.

It would have to be called a "Spelling Be-in," though, or the hippies wouldn't show up.

Wouldn't that be a meta bucket list?

So, "fuckit list" was too obvious?

It's from Sephora's new "Why So Serious Nearly Nude" collection.

Cue the mesothelioma lawyers of tomorrow: "Did you or a loved one work in an industry where glitter bombing was a frequent occurrence? Are you or your loved one dead? If so, call the law offices of..."

There are GPS trackers for pets, but they typically mount to the animal's collar and are about an inch square. I've got one on each of my dogs, just in case one of the little houdinis manage to slip their harness and bolt for the hills.

Since McDs condiments taste like flavored vaseline, I assume they are petroleum-based, which is probably why they work well on burns.

But that means you have to use stuff out of the first aid kit. Then you have to order replacement supplies. Then head office asks why you didn't file an accident report. Then the manager loses their "345 days without a major fatality" badge.

At their level of Thetan-ness (Thetanitude? Thetanity? Thetanification?) they can become effectively invisible to us suppressives, so it's certainly possible they've been living together since 1985; we just haven't noticed.

Seriously. That's less a "high speed chase" than my morning commute.

That's what the handicapped spaces are for. Plenty of room for the doors (although you usually have to park tail-in - they put the extra space on the right for some stupid reason).

For maximum effect, remember to combine a sharp double handclap with the 'chop chop.' That always motivates the server (to spit in your food).

Hmmm...that's a pretty high bar. I may need to put an ad on Craigslist.

I knew him in London, but he was pretty senior, so he could have transferred back to Basking Ridge.

Another great one is when they announce their acquaintanceship with with a black person and then, as if to forestall the inevitable neurological shock their remarks might cause their listeners, hasten to add, "He's all right."

This is what I came to post. Thank you for your service.