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At 94, my grandma is of similar vintage to the queen. Her diet has never been healthy; as an example, when I was growing up she’d pick me up from school and stop for a Big Mac as a pre-dinner snack. She’s in very good health for her age, and still lives on her own. Grandma’s doctor recently told her she needs to cut

I like that they managed to vibe a fighting style that seems frenetic while also looking viable with John Cho, because from the little bits in here, he seems to really handle Spike’s general feel.

  • A simple plea for the writers, though I know it’s be too late: Maybe wait until the episode already airs before writing a review.

Wow, this is something:

I have repeatedly stated that Golden Girls is a much better series than Sex and the City. I will die on this hill.

I dislike both sides in this. Anti-drug cops looking to score an easy civil forfeiture with a side of violence and a likely drug dealer poisoning his neighborhood with chemicals and crime, and endangering a child as well.

Nothing illegal about driving an A7 while carrying cash, though. He wasn’t cited for anything drug-related, so the story doesn’t need to go deeper than that. And cops are liable to say that any house that a black person walks out of is a ‘suspected drug house.’

The guy carrying 22k cash as his “life savings” is obviously BS.  Regardless, the cops need to be held accountable for their actions.  Citizens have rights and they violated his, period.

Here’s the thing, handicapped people can also be drug dealers. Does that mean this man deserved to be treated this way? Absolutely not. But I think the story is deeper than just a handicapped man with an Audi A7, driving away from a drug house, claiming that 22k cash is his life savings.

There are medications you may start needing as you get older which don’t play nice with alcohol.

and to help her stay alive until her Platinum Jubilee celebrations next June”

I think there will be some martinis and beheadings come next July.

My 93 year old grandma-in-law may not drink daily anymore, but if someone told her that she needed to stop, she wouldn’t be the one in need of a doctor.

booooooo, how dare they.

Well it’s a good thing she’s the queen so she can tell these killjoys to piss off.

I’d bet large sums of money this is why she’s 95 years old.

Good grief, if her liver wasn’t pickled before John Major became Prime Minister, Tony Blair’s time in Downing Street would definitely have taken care of that. Let the woman have her martini and some peace.

Man, they really, REALLY don’t want Charles to become king.

Old man me thought “going bowling” was a euphemism I was unfamiliar with.

My BIL had never been to America so when he came to our Midwest hometown, the local bowling alley was the first place we took him.

I don’t know where these feelings come from? Because I HATE waiting? Maybe. I want it to be my turn all the time.