Endgame?

I lost mine to a trombone player who specialized in fucking virgins. It was incredibly boring. Really, I thought, "This is it?" Sigh. (And Jesus, a trombone player. The shame.)

As long as the knitting club confirmed, that haunting is totes legit.

I agree that the eyebrows were wrong for a lot of the decades.

I agree about the butter, but for a place that prides itself on its all- natural ingredients and seasonal menus, not having real maple syrup is not even trying.

They also serve fake maple syrup.

Threadgill's?

Obviously troll is obvious.

Whenever people say they don't like comics, I give them this. It's glorious.

Trainers are sneakers/athletic shoes. Crocs are an abomination.

The privilege wealth confers, and image of the perfect family father/family man, a jovial public persona which combined together hid this other part of him. His fame and his carefully curated fame added to this. Who wants to accuse someone who was this beloved that he had his dick everywhere he could put it with…

She's a beautiful girl who does tick off all the boxes in culturally acceptable Bingo. Thin, pretty, and agreeably nice. And as another commenter said, she does remind me of every popular girl in junior high and high school. This isn't a knock on her, it's a knock on a culture where being outside this kind perfect…

Spangel. Well, someone had fun.

You know, by and large I'm a live-and-let-live person when it comes to food because I have my own food peculiarities, but eating chicken raw goes over the line for me. Sorry to judge, but Jesus, knock that shit off.

Go into Saks dressing rooms. I swear they use Hollywood magic lighting. (At least that was my experience mumblety-mumble years ago.)

I'd help.

I think I just bit through my knuckle. (Though he always looks like he needs a bath.)

Mr. rottenkitty1958 and I started watching it together, but I find it unbearable now because it's not about singing (not that most of them are), but because it's so obviously a vehicle for the judges. The hooky interchanges, pseudo bromance, the exaggerated personas, it's just too much. (And I was excited about…

Trust me. You didn't have the flu if you just "slept it off."

Well, roughly 50,000 people die each year from the flu — mostly the young and the elderly. In 1918, the influenza epidemic killed between 50-100 million people.