In the South we do more boiled custard than eggnog, but I’ll take either! With a hearty splash of Gentleman Jack, they are both very fine.

So making videos of one’s new house and putting it up on YouTube is a thing now? How very...droll.

Only if Charlize Theron, reprising Atomic Blonde, stars. (Isn’t there supposed to be a sequel?)

My only child, a daughter, is 37. I have grieved for Susan Bro.

I grew up in and still live in Tennessee, not far from Alabama and its even hickier cousin, Mississippi. I know these women. There exists a starter pack:

So, escorted out or not, she’s still on the government payroll until January 20. Does that give her 1 year of employment since the inauguration? And therefore gives her a government pension or health care or something? Can any HR person here comment?

As a horse lover, I just can’t with this. Poor Sassy, used as a prop, and whatcha bet ole Roy went home last night and whipped her bloody for shying in front of the cameras? :(

I read it when it first came out- truly outstanding writing. It’s on my Kindle somewhere and I am going to pull it up and read it again in January, when it’s dark and cold and I’m snuggled up before the fire.

That woman needs a huge makeunder from a gay stylist.

Huh. I visited Stonehenge in 2010 as part of a tour group; we had 45 minutes off the bus to see it. I was much impressed, but never once connected it mentally with any phallic symbolism. And I do like dick.

Me too.

Dead Man. Just throwing that one out there.

In my house we call him Corncob, because he looks like he has one up his ass.

Has Vlad given his OK for this change?

Submitted for your consideration: chocolate bourbon pecan pie.

Mainly I make pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving, knowing full well that almost no one will eat it, because it makes the house smell so good while it’s cooking!

Yes child, I am also from (and still IN) Tennessee, and learned my way around a pecan (pronounced PEE-kan in some circles) pie many years ago. Mine is so rich it will make your back teeth hurt, furthermore I serve it warmed and a la mode. The melting vanilla ice creamy swirls on the plate melded with the intensely…

I’m kind of embarrassed now that my friends and I (jr. high in 1970) made up all kinds of vulgar lyrics to I Think I Love You and went about singing them to each other, at the top of our lungs, because we thought we were terribly witty and scathingly funny!

This elderly lady is, to use a phrase from the 60s, creaming her jeans at the sight of him. Rowwrrrrr!

I know I’m engaging in whataboutism, but what about all those ugly, profane anti-Hillary shirts that we saw in all of 2017 (and I continue to see, since I live in Trump Kuntry)???