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Haven't vaporizers evaporated that last argument?

This reminds me of one awful summer break from college when I had to take a job that required me to ride into work every day with my mother and her obnoxious friend, Eloise. I sat in the back while they gabbed about BS and chain-smoked all 45 minutes. It was no fun.

And I was about to come on here and say "I love you forever for the Buffy reference!" Can't please everyone so you've got to please Joss Whedon.

Poor Tori Spelling's kid. For the rest of his life he will be hearing "I gave up my intestines for you!"

But these people are getting peace inauthentically. They can get peace without paying $400 a pop for it. And really, does Caputo give them lasting peace? Grief doesn't end with a psychic reading.

My dad was around in the 1940s so guess how much he paid for his newspaper? Now guess how much a paywall costs? If media companies hadn't gotten greedy and bulked up advertising at the expense of journalism, had put their public mission ahead of their private obscene profits and outrageous stockholder expectations,

How many people do you possibly think could be kept on the payroll by a paywall? Because let me assure you — media companies are not making a cent on paid online subscriptions. They are losing money and, as I already pointed out once, losing circulation. That means they have less readers, which means they fire more

What a bogus argument. I used to read the New York Times free, every day, because there were several print copies sitting around for customers to share in the diner I frequented. Same thing happened when my mother would cut out articles and send them to me. Or friends would pass along their paper. Get off your high

Thanks!

Forgive the ham handed artistry. I don't have Photoshop. Or a steady hand. I wanted to put a cyclist on one of those hills...

Why is it called a comeback when someone who had marginal or little success suddenly has a big win? It's called luck. The circle of life. And as you've pointed out, Affleck has been paid millions to make films, so a lot of somebodies must have been liking him a lot all this time. I say comeback should be saved for

I LOVE HER. But I wonder if she'd be so thick-skinned and feel such support if she didn't have that amazing husband who took up her crusade to start with. Us overweight women are often, alas, like the cheese — we stand alone.

That's good to hear. I wouldn't want to call someone guilty and be wrong. I'm going on solely my gut, too. But it was informed by watching the trial gavel to gavel because I happened to be home on maternity leave. I also read everything Dominick Dunne wrote, and he was close to the action and connected to so many

You're the man of my dreams. Come over here and spank me!

Maybe I'm paranoid, or naive, or both, but how can you publicly admit to smoking pot without getting arrested or at the very least followed around by DEA agents with tinted windows? You mean that anonymous column I've been writing for 20 years for High Times was unnecessary? Uh, I mean Highlights, I was writing Goofus

I agree with you 5,000 percent, and will raise you with my diagnoses of bipolar, borderline personality disorder and PTSD. And I thought your observation of not removing crazy from the lexicon was spot-on.

What about all the monkeys? Julius wasn't elected to represent them. Maybe monkeys don't like seeing their face splashed on craft glue.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me. Of course in public I keep my head down and walk like a cop, which tends to keep all manner of creepage at bay. But now I just feel like I must be a real dog.

Mwahahaha. I just got this disturbing scene in my head of a mother telling her infant "Lay off the formula. No man will date you with those thighs."

He changes his will to name the Goldman family sole heirs, THEN I'll believe he didn't do it.