So young, so tall. What a tragedy.

That must be some off-the-charts pillow talk.

Almost every sushi place around here has teriyaki chicken and/or tempura shrimp, and rice. My notoriously picky-eating children will always eat that happily.

Man, our local Catholic high school pulled exactly this kind of shit when I was in school (including out-of-state recruiting and poaching minority players from local public schools). Luckily for them their benefactor didn’t want to coach and had a little more cash to throw around for scholarships. Guy named Phil…

I was wondering if they made ice cream from only chicken breasts and egg whites, because otherwise the Rock ain’t touchin’ it.

We paid the $2.99 or whatever to keep the glasses, but we only went to the A&W in Jackson Hole, WY, while on car trips to visit family, so it was a once a decade thing.

After Origins, I am now officially more excited for a new AC than I am for the new Red Dead (although it’s very close).

The Eggs will come for you. They come for everyone, eventually. You’ll see.

Oh, I’m still convinced there are negotiations going on. She wants OUT, and he of course doesn’t want the optics of that (he obviously couldn’t care less about her as an actual person... that he married).

My Mother in Law was very, very uncomfortable with the way Elvis moved his hips on TV. She was a teen then, and purchased only “wholesome” records, by Pat Boone and his ilk.

I love the narrative that Saban hangs out with Patriots Bill to talk Xs and Os, when it’s obvious he’s just learning how to distract and deflect like a little dirtbag.

It was the hips. I’m only human.

I know I’m alone on this, but I’m excited for them. I also still freely admit I watched and enjoyed the original (many, many times). So I’m obviously insane.

Scheisse videos and pixel porn are the 21st Century Axis of Evil, don’t fool yourself.

She is literally describing my teen years. I’m 48.

Time for a “Hogan Family” murking, right?

There’s the unicorn, all right.

Go get ‘em, kids, keep up the pressure.

Oooh, new (to me) concept! “Proustian memory” was a good little internet mini-dive for me. Interesting stuff.

Even better, to me he will always be that beefcake scene in the opening credits of Cagney and Lacey. Barely teenaged me was still smart enough to know how incredibly cheesy that was.