Bald white women aren't interested in that. According to their most prominent spokeswoman, they do not want what they haven't got.

She's a Scientologist? Welp, there goes another fantasy.

Sounds like that's someone who can procure their own food rather than having someone else serve it to them.

I thought it was snapple mixed with oatmeal.

Thanks for your dogged sleuthing. Better call up Boulder PD and explain your theory to them.

I don't know. I'm pretty sure every asshole customer I get is probably guilty of something pretty heinous, although at most twenty percent are child murderers.

It's a tough balance to strike; I'd rather not see anyone make baseless accusations about things like that, but I also don't want to live in a country where journalists are afraid of being sued into insolvency because they pissed someone off. Assuming the CBS report was bullshit, which it probably was, he deserves a…

I certainly accept the possibility of it, but I think the preponderance of the evidence is against it. I go on with life because existence is generally enjoyable, and the unenjoyable parts are usually transient.

It was so easy.

Those plots leap into the realm of implausibility.

The main difference between them is that Lucas can actually change what he did in the seventies, whereas Adams just denies what he did in the seventies.

Zsa Zsa Gabor had only one child, a daughter (Constance Francesca Hilton). She died almost a year ago.

There are self-employed people who don't employ anyone else. Handymen and the like spring to mind right away.

What about people who, for whatever reason, are only working temporarily or part time or are self-employed? Unions are great, but they aren't necessarily an option for every single person in America. Medical care, on the other hand, is something that everyone deserves.

Ooh. Edgy.

Which, ironically, is a movie that follows several disparate plot threads until they ultimately cohere into one.

It's pretty Syrious.

It must be very difficult only having room for one concern at a time in your head. And worrying about them all equally and in the exact same way is a weird psychological condition; is there a name for it?

According to Dan Savage.

When my roommate was on vacation, his dog would go into his room to check if he was there first thing every morning and several more times throughout the day.