I think I saw this on an episode of Locked Up Abroad on Investigation Discovery. It doesn’t end well. Run. Run now.

I’m weak. I don’t drink alcohol. Just milkshakes.

Genetics helps. A lot.

Meh. He can go pound sand or paint a wagon.

More than willingly. She was not picked to be part of the kill team, but pleaded to be included until Manson agreed.

She is where she belongs.

Grew up on a farm. Goats are by far the most terrifying farm animal. Their eyes. Their demeanor. All terror-inducing. No way I’d have sex with goat.

More special education teachers? Good luck finding those. There is a critical shortage of special education teachers all across the U.S.

I’m not alarmed by the fact that two 16-year-olds may consensually send naked pictures of themselves to each other. Prosecuting that behavior seems absurd.

She really was cheated when Mame was taken to the big screen. Lucille Ball was a terrific comedian but she couldn’t sing her way out of a f*cking paper bag.

I thought you were on the pill.

I like the Conway Twitty route. I start singing, “I’d Just Love to Lay You Down.”

Bathhouses. They still have bathhouses to themselves.

Not going to lie. It’s the only channel I watch. In fact, I got DirecTV for my RV just so I could watch the channel when traveling/vacationing.

Shitty parenting.

Given the dog killing acts of his son, I’ve long suspected he was a terrible father. His statement confirms this and demonstrates what a truly immoral person he is.

I liked the musicals the best.

Parents who use their children as pawns in their war against each other are truly pathetic individuals.

I lurved Another World. I watched it from the mid-70s until its cancellation. This fact is one of my dirty little secrets.

I was always sad that Mr. Perry didn’t stick around long enough on Another World to be immortalized in one of those drawings from the opening credits as Crystal Gayle & Gary Morris crooned in the background.