LOVE this Far Side ‘toon. I’ve had a tattered, barely-intact copy of it taped to my desk lamp for decades. Every now and then I’m known to exclaim “blah, blah, blah, GINGER” just to baffle anyone within earshot. Fittingly, the only ones who usually witness these outbursts are my two dogs (“blah, blah Hippo” and blah,…

That hat perfectly complements the mannequin it’s adorning.

It was a great hat. The best hat. Big. The biggest hat. The biggest and best hat—believe me, I know hats! No one knows hats better than me!

I have no idea what the fuck Swift was trying to convey in these lyrics. They’re all over the place. If she has a point of view, she should pick one and land the damn plane already.

Such is life in the dizziness of freedom.

I have not seen a single episode of GoT, but I read this anyway because I was intrigued by the idea of a character named HotPie. While this post did nothing to stoke any interest in the series, it did open my eyes to how delightfully weird Esther is.

JE-zuss, Drew.  Get a room, will ya?

Hmm...wonder who else may be enjoying his time in the spotlight after several years of not being governor?

Snark, right? Or, no?

Wait..you’re supposed to take them out of the tube first?

I switched to Cornish game hens three years ago.   Of course, it’s just the hubby and me so...

My “encounter” is mostly memorable because of the strange conversation it spurred between me and a co-worker, who had some less-than-complimentary things to say about about the celebrity (unsubstantiated, to the best of my knowledge).

This thread is making me want some bacon-flavored sex.

So I’m about halfway through the responses to this thread and I’m kinda getting the idea that airline travel fucking sucks.

Once they get a “national profile” (no matter how disreputable that profile may be), they start to believe that they are entitled to act as if they no longer have to answer to their constituents.

Without the juxtaposed Bieber cut-out, there’s no way I would have guessed that to be a Bieber meatloaf. (Hell, even with the cut-out I’m not really seeing it.)

My childhood fear began around age 5 (1968) and stemmed from product branding!

The book is extraordinarily anxiety-inducing. It does a great job of communicating, in a way that isn’t done justice in the synopsis above (or in the trailer), the overwhelming temptation the characters face to avail themselves of their perfectly functioning sense of sight; the flashes of delusional belief they…

I dunno. I may need more evidence. Hey, look at that shiny object over there in Democratville. [dunce cap emoji, aka Trump supporter emoji]

Kim Kardashian?  I don’t even know who that is.