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I grew up very close to where MM did, (but predating him by about 15 years) and when we were in high-school/college, I know one of our most charming guy friends used to use that as his little "call". A few other guys picked it up too, but it never sounded exactly right unless it came from the charmer. In most every

I thought the reason that was given out on H'ween by some, is that ever since I was a toddler, I thought this lady didn't have legs and her parents just kept her plopped on a tray of grapes all day to keep her upright. (I promise.) So it figured they would trot her out for H'ween.

Well crap! I edited my post to say "Lincoln" but either I didn't publish it again or something squirrely.

I'm thinking his "alright, alright, alright" might be a regional/age thing. Though he's a wee younger than I am, the guys I hung out with used to use that phrase a lot. We were usually baked.

Not the only one. (He MAY however, be the only one with the stones to do a fucking Buick commercial. That just weirded Austin out in another direction.)

I agree that people tend to want that, (that closeness with animals and children) but I disagree with why (for "regular" people). I'm a semi-old. My first job was when I was 16 at a nursing home. I have had relatives at nursing homes. They (elderly) eat it up when animals and children come, but it's more because they

"Mexican magnets". Shhh.

I could not care less what another mother feeds her kid as long as it's not dangerous (and some may say that formula is dangerous, but c'mon.)

This whole post is so ratchet.

This was fabulous! (I don't play any video games, but I loved your insight.)

Your great-grandmother used to use a mixture of alum and water. You're too good for that now, huh, Missy?

Hitachi Magic Wand for the win.

It took me a while to figure out how you potatos were taking money.

That will be $50 plus a tip. (Pun intended.)

And shark fin soup.

I'm going to start using hollowed bald-eagle eggs to carry my groceries.

Regarding J-Lo being into Santeria practices.

When I worked at a Planned Parenthood-type clinic, I learned my favorite Santeria "thing". A man shouldn't eat a dish with red gravy because the woman can put her menstrual blood in it and have him forever bound to her. (And/or menstrual blood in coffee, or urine if she is unable to use menstrual blood, as in when

He has the tendon-cy to do that.