My cousin was helping to pull up the old floor from my brother’s cabin when we were rehabbing it. At one point, there were basically only the floor joists to walk on, and of course my cousin manages to fall between them, plummeting a full story into the basement, with a crowbar in his hand.

I *think* it’s an old horse-track phrase. When you have a winning ticket and you bring it up to the window, you declare, “Pay this window”—if you’re feeling feisty or something?

I always thought the Lexi Featherstone character in Sex and the City* was a fictionalized Lizzie Grubman (the publicist who mowed down the Hamptons crowd with her Benz).

You should only make it on Thanksgiving or other large entertaining events, and only then if you need the space for coats.

I think it sends exactly the message they intend to send: Pay this window.

They should blame the real culprit responsible for taking far too many innocent lives: puke.

Actually, I think your comment works as a reply to just about any joke, so I’d be happy with it, if I were you.

(Sorry! Edited, making your comment seem out of context.)

Just a horrible, senseless tragedy.

High school football. We were doing a version of the Oklahoma drill, where both players lie down, and when the coach says “GO!” or whatever, you have to scramble up as fast as you can and hit the other player.

Jeffrey Epstein would have killed himself for 13-year-old twins!

“What these don’t show are the hundreds of calls and meetings @realDonaldTrump takes everyday [sic]”

Really looking forward to the next EP from the more hardcore NLRB!

You do you, but I don’t touch the harder stuff anymore, myself.

No hint of a motive. Imma go out on a limb with “muthafucka be crazy,” though.

“You’re wanted for questioning by the Mobile Police Department.”

Any word from Matt Gay?

a host of supposedly veritable right-wing institutions

I hear you. It’s just a pet peeve of mine when grown-ass adults infantilize themselves as “moms and dads.”