Oh My God. This episode was TERRIBLE. These are great actors who’ve given excellent performances in past seasons, but the bad writing, directing, and editing overshadowed everything. Nothing was believable. The characters seemed flat. The dialogue was awkward. Was so disappointed because I really really wanted to keep…

Not many creatures want to eat the spawn of Satan.

Is it transmittable to others, say, parents of an afflicted person?

Would we really notice though?

The Trumps are now LITERALLY swiming in scum. Sigh. How do these people manage to get themselves dressed every day?  I hope he contracts a nasty disease. Gators aren’t the only dangers in that kind of water.

I drive from Maine to CT often. Once I cross the southern boundary of NH into MA (and CT) its a completely different driving landscape. Sometimes if you DON’T go 80 to 85 to keep up with traffic you are a hazard because everyone else is speeding around you. One time there was this older woman driving about 50 in the…

Deer Isle Maine. Beautiful island away from the tourist trap of Bar Harbor. If you want quiet, this is the place. Stop at Madelyn’s for blueberry ice cream and other delicious non-healthy treats.

If he stopped baking cakes for everything that Christianity considers a “sin”, he’d be out of business. Does he bake wedding cakes for divorcees? Birthday cakes for out of wedlock children? Anniversary cakes for adulterers? He’s selectively choosing which “sins” he wants to pay attention to and that’s not right.

Pooping outside the litter box? Scratching the furniture? Throwing up hairballs in shoes instead of on the tile floor? Knocking pictures off the walls for no reason?

Exactly. Mine would stare at me for a minute. Stand up and stretch, sit, give himself a quick wash, and then saunter over to me.

My cat would come when I called him. Well, let me rephrase. He came when I called him, but depending on his mood he would come either right away or a few minutes later, if he felt like it.

My friend was a young mother in the 80's. We were sitting at the mall (I know) with her new baby and she was trying to breast feed in a corner of the food court behind a pillar. And mind you she was covering herself with a blanket and trying to as discreet as possible. This little old Italian man walks by and tells…

You won’t impeach. You are just as much a traitor.

Move to state that has cheap real estate. Screw the pool. Buy a riding lawn mower. Add wall and good security system. Food, utilities and unfancy transportation. Invest the rest and live simply.

Seriously. And the people who would just start pulling out the checkbook after all the scanning was done.

Whoa, let’s not get carried away there, bub.

K, can I just say, ice cream in the library freezer is the best thing ever.

Can you imagine the backlash if a woman didn’t fill a viagra prescription? Can. You. Imagine. Congress would shut down while its members fell into convulsive states.

Perhaps if you have a religious or moral problem with doing your job, you should not choose to work in that profession.

Right? The Onion doesn’t even have to think up satire anymore. I’m surprised they’re still up and running.