That's what mr. rottenkitty1958 were going to do, but I decided to make beef stew instead. Chinese on Friday. There's nothing I like better than not doing Christmas on Christmas.

As someone who's been married for 27 years, let me say that a lot depends on the temperament of the parties involved and what familial baggage gets dragged along. Despite hating the argumentative and obnoxious way his family communicates, Mr. rottenkitty1958 is the same way. For a long time he had no idea he was. …

Xanax with a brandy chaser. Also, bring brochures for Botox and Viagra and hand them out when the passive-aggressive shit about your weight starts.

I'd go for rum with a chaser of heroin. Bon apetite!

I do not in any way shape or form disbelieve these women. I daresay these memories have been with them ever since they were raped. Even if they put a different word on it, they knew something terrible had happened to them.

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.)

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.

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…

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…