In New Orleans, there was a bakery chain called McKenzie’s. They had all the typical things a bakery should have: buttery croissants, turtles, pac man cookies, king cakes. Y’know. The basics. McKenzie’s shut down years ago (I believe a new version recently reopened), but one thing that survived was the buttermilk…

I actually have the Me First version stuck in there. “Ben, you’re a f***in’ rat.”

I can’t look at that pic without the old Masterpiece Mystery theme running through my head.

So much this. I quote this everytime I’m upset. Always picks me up.

Roman Harper can chip in.

Clever girl.

Pretty sure the NFL hates the teams’ social media. I’ve seen pretty good burns coming from Saints’, Patriots’ and Steelers’ accounts over the past couple of years.

I love this so much, but in a strictly ironic and smelly way.

Came for this.

Not all magic scenes:

Some of those pages don’t say it at all. Someone’s getting fired. And by “fired” I mean “executed.”

Even though I was a regular viewer of UCB, I can now only think of “It’s going to be a maze.”

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a woman?

It guess starred Tim Conway and the Harlem Globetrotters?

See, that’s why you don’t use your hands.