So dumb. Sooooo dumb. And not a good actor. The hotness does not surmount these handicaps. Not even close. Maybe if he just never spoke again. Shhh, Ryan Lochte. Shhhh....

I feel a sudden urge to refresh my grammar skills.

It's not the worst song I will ever hear. Because I didn't listen to it. Ha! I win!

And with that, the Beebs virtually guaranteed that he will some day stand beside Prince William in the pantheon of Male Pattern Baldness. And it will be so, so delicious.

Actually, yes he does. In 'Murrca, we don't take ken to hifalutin' talkers.

I otter be the bologna in that sammich!

Your bra lady is on drugs. The number relates to the circumference of your rib cage, and the letter relates to your cup size and, while there are some equivalencies (e.g., someone who wears a 32D may also wear a 34C, depending on the manufacturer), the one suggested by your bra lady just would not happen. If you are…

Well, I suppose if I were to cut to the chase, it would be to ask, who writes the scripts? There are scripts, right? And how does one get to be one of those script writers?

Oh! I have questions about your job! If you're willing to be grilled, can I email you?

Bravo!