The magic of boiled dinner is not the night that you have it for dinner. Its the next day, when you rough-chop all the ingredients and put them into a cast-iron frying pan with a huge whack of butter, cook it til its browned, the add some salt and pepper to the lot.

Maybe they can loop “melon farmer” over the rest of the name to fill up the space.

The deed is done, now its just a matter of degrees. How much do you want to insult your audience, a little or a lot?

Well, we’ve got another 25-odd years to go for that to happen...

I don’t know who Ryan Beatty is, but I just looked him up and he’s only 20 years old *now*. so some of those suffocating years were when he was a baby.

All that says to me is that you know nothing about her. The folks out here in Eastern MA have had their fill of her, thanks but no thanks.

“Attractive”?

Driveway was on a steep incline. Hopped out to get the mail and it rolled? It says he was found pinned against the post that had the mailbox. Poor kid. What a rotten, awful thing to happen.

Go find him on the Graham Norton show on YouTube where he talks about his weird walk. He’s so awkward and hilarious and has the best Nordie accent (which are usually super-weird to my ears.)

A GIRL WALKS HOME ALONE AT NIGHT is *exceptional*. It reminds me of the best that Jim Jarmusch had on offer (the writer/director clearly loves his work).

I’ve been fortunate enough to work in software for 20 years, and while I do dress up to visit clients (skirt suit or dresses, with either tall boots or low heels, depending on their tolerance level for my personal version of “edginess” is) I spend the majority of my days in jeans and t-shirts/sweaters…

Tough shit? At what point do hurt people” accept responsibility for their own behavior? Or does having divorced parents and a kind of crummy childhood give you a lifetime license to treat everyone around you like trash?

“Challenging” is a mealy-mouthed way of saying “asshole”. Having a crummy childhood doesn’t give you a license to treat people around you like garbage. This woman sounds hellishly unpleasant, and I’m sorry that there is now apparently another generation making its way through the world ready to treat people around her…

What are you talking about? They were not permitted to leave pending further court dates. They lost their jobs and one lost her apartment (I think) from her inability to pay her rent (see: lost job).

Bless!

Duh?

I hope the meringue is dairy-free, its made from egg whites and sugar and nothing else (except maybe some cream of tartar).

Cool, now can I tell you about all the oh-so-cosmopolitan visitors from Europe who have tried to rent a car in New York to go to Los Angeles for the weekend, apparently totally incapable of understanding how maps work?

Offends? Or just annoys?