I swear I’m not making this up: I did the exact same thing a few years ago. Driving down the street, spotted a giant stuffed black bear, made my wife pull a U-turn, buckled that $5 find into the backseat of our jeep and took it home for my Great Dane. Eventually, we had to toss it because it didn’t fit in the washer…

So: Jane Bear, then. Instead of a mad wife in the attic it’s a bear. A “bear.”

I need to read this book

NO.

One of my favorite things about being alive is that that book exists. The description on Amazon is amazing: “a mousy, timid librarian is summoned to a remote Canadian island to inventory the estate of Colonel Cary, who, she learns soon enough, had any number of secrets. But the most surprising and enduring secret is a…

Your entire argument is predicated on the idea that parents are always a positive influence or will always know what is best for the emotional health and safety of their child. They don’t. Humans are fallible, and reproduction won’t magically instill in you several millennia’s worth of parental wisdom. Being there for…

Did you understand what it would be like to date women before you hit puberty? Parenting is like that, except you get less choice of what your kids will be like. You know nothing about what your experience will be until you’re in the middle of it. I’ve known smart capable engineers, teachers, scientists and doctors…

Haha I’m guessing you know EXACTLY who will be taking care of your kids when you have then and that is your wife. So gtfo with your terrible talking points.

My mum still buys the cans of frozen oj and mixes them in one of those old-school jugs with the pump-handle for stirring. Not only that, she adds half a package of Tang to it “for flavour!”

Right? Look I feel bad for anyone losing their jobs and businesses in dying industries... but sorry, that concentrate crap is awful. Good riddance.

Ugh, that was the only juice my mother would ever buy when I was a kid... and then one day when we were on vacation, she made the mistake of letting me try some fresh squeezed. I would never drink that shit again. It’s not orange juice, it’s bitter, pulpy water.

Maybe they meant that she’s one bad mother, like Shaft?

You sure it wasn’t her mother who fucked the devil and she’s the result?

Well, it should be obvious she’s lying: Trump would never go standard retard, he demands the most luxurious retard...

I feel like that sticker placement is shade. Yes or no?

“Standard retard.” Wow, that’s... actually more foul than the original insult, which is saying something. Trump has spent time with the reporter and absolutely knew about his physical disability. But trotting put a gradeschool word that civilized grownups haven’t used in this millennium? That’s a ridiculous new low…

Agreed.

Snark all you want about Thicke, this is an important case for musicians everywhere.