You offer best wishes to all of the girls, and congratulate their husband. To congratulate a bride is to suggest that she's lucky to have found a husband. Even one she shares with eleven other girls.

Based on that Life & Style Magazine cover photo, I hope that Teresa Giudice's Dominican prison wife will let her try out for the Danbury Federal Correction Institute's highly anticipaged production of Peter Pan. It's said to be set in a McMansion in the nicest Camden, New Jersey subdivision. In this production, Peter…

Errrrrrrgh! The fucking chewing gum just tap dances on my last nerve. Especially at this god-awful moment.

All I saw is AW getting peter while scrubbing the pans. The dude wiped ass/pussy smeg off his face—lame soft-core porn! This show is insufferable; that "we're so in touch" music is even worse. I hate it as much as I hated QAF, which is an eternal damning hate.

Likewise. That's why we're here. I hope you stay healthy, with or without. My sister's whole family looked like "Walking Dead" extras last week. I offered to go to the pharmacy but didn't hang around!

Your "facts" fly right in the face of hard science and resulting empirical data. There are big offices around here missing lots of employees because people with the "I never get the flu" attitude skipped the free inoculation when the employer offered it. A perfectly healthy, happy, athletic teenaged girl died locally…

Thanks for that. I think I had forgotten what those things were called.

"Do poms"?

It is sad. All of those years—and the apparent fact that most of us still don't know how to use commas correctly.

I dunno, if I had been in Dierks Bentley's House I would have signed up for house football without question. Because I loved getting tackled by rich straight Dierks Bentleys in high school. Rich, straight and white. Or not.

You are so right—he never says what he thinks "the base" might want to hear. He says what he truly believes, and he's usually dead-on. I think he just uses common sense. And I'd like to hear him say "that's bullshit" a lot more often.

The microwave thing is SO GROSS. Who wants that hot fumunda smell in their kitchen?

Absolutely. It's a wonderful game—sounds like you're good at it. It's so rewarding to put all of the pieces together. Last year I got $500 rooms in a boutique hotel for $100, and we stayed in two palatial apartments in Portugal for $50/couple per night.

Canola oil also takes on a notoriously fishy smell and aftertaste especially when used for high-temperature sear/sauté.

Hang on a minute. I appreciate Tara's great illustrations and all, but if most of the straight women at Jezebel think that the verbal descriptions match the drawings, then I feel that we have arrived at complete ideological schism regarding the human penis between gay men and straight women. There's not a truly big…

I sometimes wonder how people differ in their adrenal response to real crisis such as this. Obviously, for some people the "fight response" is strong enough to overcome any fear of personal harm. Others, pragmatically, see the great fireball first, and run for cover.

I doubt the guy can afford to get a new car. That being said, I would want a top of the line detail; a paint job; an exorcism; those Hawaiian ladies that scatter orchids; those New Orleans ladies that burn bundles of clary sage; and a Tibetan Buddhist Funeral Ceremony for the car's former life.

I'm so glad you wrote this piece. My partner's mother used to go on an on about "the gays this" and "the gays that" until I said please, for the love of Barbie and Ken, STOP using that expression.

I've known a bunch of suicides—an absurd number, really—and I agree with you completely; the pain is incalculable, and it keeps on hurting the loved ones afterward, basically forever. In this case, though, he told her that he set it up to get her attention. I had the pleasure of meeting both of them, as they remained…

How many Google Cars?