But she's not making fun of terrorism, she's making fun of its victims.

You can! Some local zoo came to my school when I was in fifth grade and they brought a porcupine and a python, and I got to pet both.

A fairly amazing bit on there being no black women on the show, and a thousand white men.

Oh gurrl, Kerry Washington totally pregnant.

Luckyyyyyy! He's so adorable, I would just melt into a puddle of candy syrup if I ever saw him, I think.

Can I pluz huv a look at the lurics?

He has a good beard. His beard, its good.

I went to high school with a girl named Rebel, briefly anyway she was there for a couple of months then disappeared. I was too young to be as worried about her as I am as I type this. This was in New England in 1989.

You're dispensing medical information that is factually incorrect. I'm correcting it.

There are 16 strains. You have one, or you had one if your body has not shed the virus. There are 15 more you can still get. You might as well get the jab as not, especially if your insurance covers it.

Get it done anyway, it can't hurt and may help if you've never come into contact with the four strains it protects against yet.

That's only because the clinical trials included that age bracket, and the manufacturer cannot legally claim efficacy for a group outside the study. My doc gave me the jab when I was 33, and my insurance paid for it. There are 16 strains that are known to cause cancer, this protects against four of them so you might…

Not only was this the best bit of the night, I would actually pay money to see this movie.

Depressingly (or not, I guess) I would watch the shit out of that movie.

In fairness, my Viking is of course a Kerryman hisself (being from Killarney as he is) so he may be the one you spotted.

One year, two teenage girls came to my house wearing baggy jeans, plaid shirts, Timberlands, and baseball caps. My roommate asked what they were supposed to be and they said "We couldn't think of any costumes, so we came as our boyfriends."

JESUS CHRIST! Irish guys do NOT look like that, except for this one Viking-descended farmboy I found in the wilds of Killarney. Mostly they're really skinny, look like they're 17 til they hit 39, then look like they're 60.

I've had multiple men try and teach me how to "stroll" because I walk with purpose and just kind of charge ahead. I have been roundly mocked for all my attempts, apparently I look ridiculous when I just mosey.

It also makes sense that women want to know who is available to them so I don't waste my time getting all het up over some smokeshow just to find out that he's into dudes.

Well I think there's a difference in being defined by something and identifying yourself in a way that people who might want to date you can know that you either are or are not into their scene.