I think I need to go to the clinic after just LOOKING AT PICTURES of those seats...

Then it’s a scam, and the next email you’ll receive is:

Even worse! My sympathies. I don’t recall for certain, but I think one of mine was like that and the rest were real. Depends on program an timing, I suppose.

The only reason I walked in any of mine because of my family. HATE graduations; so boring and tedious and long!

COTD, also, bonus points for so eloquently pitying a fool. Mr. T (or in this case, Dr. T, Esq.) would approve!

Dude is, and always has been, a criminal. I think he was born in the wrong century; he’s a Tammany Hall man if ever there was one.

Not sure whether this is more reminiscent of Uncle Enzo or Omni Consumer Products...

That goes to the H&B fund.*

The absurd “joke” reasoning reminds me of the old Chris Walken “prank” sketch on SNL...

A $30 100-foot extension cord + a corded tool is cheaper, more convenient (no battery life to worry about) AND more powerful than cordless.

North Carolina? Rat poison is the least gross thing about that pizza...

Also:

The scripts/filters no longer work; they stopped working maybe 4-6 weeks ago. Now we all just have to live with the autoplay...

Or is just a papaya. Or durian. Or aged cheese.

The cake is a lie.

He looks a bit like a budget Kurt Russell in the header pic.

Sometimes, you can’t tell whether a movie is bad by its title. Sometimes, you can. Quantum of Solace is such a time (just like Terminator Gynysyyyys).

My parents had twin Chevettes when I was born. In 1989, they went with Escorts. They stuck with that until the Focus came out (at which point they bought Foci). We were all fine doing family road trips in those little cars.

Out here (northern New Mexico), the only decent pizza available is Hutt. I grew up in NY, and am quite a pizza snob, but you have to be open to the chains if you’re in a Pizza Desert.

In those little curved glass vessels with the aluminum tops. Ahhh, childhood.