Mrs. Malaprop really does live!

OH GOD. I haven’t even finished reading but that Funky Town story has brought actual tears to my eyes.

Ok, I’ll take a crack at it. The only thing I can think of is that they feel you don’t have room to criticize the farting habits of others because you’d try a hotdog with a baked potato bun and the find the very notion of that idea so DREADFULLY gauche.

Holy shit. Don’t do drugs at 2 am and try to Kinja, kids. This is basically meth-addled spam Engrish.

I mean, it’s glorious and bizarre, and it tippy toes right up to the line of coherence right before veering stupendously off into the night with its headlights off. Well done Claudettes dressingroom. Well done.

Wait, you mean the Boise hot dog in a potato thing? Uh...what...what does that have to do with any of this? I’m not trying to be mean. I legitimately have no clue whatsoever the point you’re trying to make here.

No, I genuinely have no clue what you were trying to say. I’m not saying that to be insulting. I’m saying that to try to correct some of my complete and utter bafflement at your original comment.

so does taking a crap, did your family do that in the middle of the restaurant too?

Happy Hour margs—-

It’s not exactly the same as Google, because I’ve never called my library and asked for pictures of naked guys wearing glasses.

My father was a reference librarian at the the Vallejo public library for most of the ‘70s. Trivial Pursuit came out in the ‘80s. Guess who always won.

My brain goes to another restaurant. ‘Cause dip means something bullshit with fake crab meat and mayo and get that shit away from my tortilla chips, honky.

You just made me happier than anything ever. Because Sir Terry is my guy.

His Alzheimer's was such a cruel joke played by fate.

In case other events have not already made this clear enough (Phillipines Typhoon, Rwanda Massacre, mosquitoes,) the fact that Terry Pratchett is dead and Dick “Chickenhawk” Cheney is still alive convinces me that there is no God.

He was a treasure, that man of myth.

First off, that sounds delicious. Secondly, YAY TERRY PRATCHETT! <3

C.A., given how you only got one response to this, I’m going to take the opportunity to ask something of you: is it at all possible to ask people to send in follow ups to their stories? I know it would be next to impossible in many cases, but I would like to know (translation: I’m obsessed and must know) whatever…

Terry Pratchett tells an amusing story.

They never took a doggie bag home and they never touched Golem Jesus’s meal.

The moral of the story? Don’t go on a cruise if your relationship is in trouble. Nothing like being stuck together on a floating prison, unable to get away from each other that will not help the situation. Also, don’t date assholes.