At the Amsterdam Olive Garden, you have to pasta Dutchy on the left hand side.

I call it an Elephant Ear when I buy it from bakeries in Florida.

Irrationality and unpredictable moods, outbursts and extreme reactions to reasonable conditions.

That is the sexiest thing I’ve watched all year.

If there was ever a podiatrist version of Spider 2 Y Banana, this is it.

That’s nothing new. I’ve been reinforcing my arteries for years with melty Monterey Jack and Brie.

With all due respect to the stereotypes inspired by your Irish avatar, you’re being a dick to Kate.

When they retire Jameis’ number, it will be 14914-026.

I’m at Costco so often, they recognize me on sight and wave me through without a card like Michael Sullivan getting in the elevator in “Road to Perdition” because they know imma bout to murder me some potsticker samples.

Am I the only one who has 4-year-old glee when a plate gets dropped?

Beyon’ Donuts?

At least until the class-action employee lawsuit is certified.

My pleasure. He was a boyhood hero of mine for exactly the same reasons: HE FLEW EVERYTHING.

I met John Young. I asked him why he was so excited when he egressed from the Space Shuttle and walked around under the vehicle after landing.

Rogers: Meow Meow Meow Meow Boom

If there’s one thing Queens has a lot of, it’s animal style.

Who said it was my wife wearing the bra?

When a robot can unhook a bra in the dark with one steely paw while loaded on Keystone Light, then we can talk.