The “joy” was superfluous. “Harvard researcher” said it all.

I think you may have overlooked the “friend teaches friend how to make the dish” part. 

You’re a wiccan, aren’t you, Claire Lower?

If there’s better gravy there that doesn’t taste like the blood of Mitch McConnell, then yes. Guant me.

I would ask what they like to eat. Then I’d teach them how to make that dish. Then they could know both ends of the joy spectrum.

Now if they could make gravy that tastes like something other than 30W motor oil...

Looks like Burneko broke his writing cherry.

Is there a hungry bear anywhere?

“Hot Sauce & Butter” was my favorite cop drama in the ‘80s.

Two things:

Oh my gentle Jesus. It’s Kathleen Purvis.

We will, we will, lick you.

The accident is at least as fake as her Julia Roberts laugh.

Thank god we’re not Newark.

This horseshit of brands whacking each other for no reason doesn’t stop at food brands. Tampa International Airport is perpetuating a turd-rolling meme snarkfest with Orlando’s airport. It’s unclear why. It’s beyond dumb.

For a brand that has such a stellar history of fostering creative design, these packages look like they were left over from an Aldi garage sale.

I liked it when it was called, “Cable Guy.”

Up next: “Ace of Bukkake.”

She kissed a girl. She liked it. Did the girl like it? Apparently not.

I wrote it with a groan and an eye roll. It’s only fair that I get the same response.