I'm going to side with the chef on this one. If you could teach a tomato to shit, you would have catchup, ketchup, catsup, or ketsup. Spell it any way you want.

I'm sure the game is just as playable now as it was back then.

Bacon!

Yeah, it's still a bargain and I will still be a faithful customer. But, somehow, I feel like the increases are just to fund some of Jeff Bezo's more hair-brained ideas.

When my son, Zack, died suddenly in 2008, I first felt lost. I compensated by planning his funeral and memorial service down to the last detail, including the music. I kept my emotions in check by being the "strong" one and comforting my wife. I channeled my anger towards my employer (a dick) and some fellow…

Lists! I used to make lists. Then, one day, sitting at my desk, I found myself making a list of lists I needed to make. Fear of OCB has stopped me from making any more lists.

"I thought it was the dinosaur that was eating my cats."

Yanquis know nothing about chili!

Better yet, skip the egg altogether.

Watch closely as it transforms into.........water!