I thought that was Furniture Barn.

Certainly not an unpresidented error.

I can’t with Megyn Kelly. Also, girl has a tortured relationship with her hair/extensions.

(NOTE: I just learned that three staffers here EAT the shells. Three! Fucking Burke said, “Why wouldn’t you, that’s where all the flavor is,” like a goddamn serial killer. Are the rest of you doing this? This is insane. I feel like I took a pill and fell down a rabbithole.)

I read the Deadspin article first and literally sucked in my breath and saw Judge Brown in my peripheral vision. Hear ye, hear ye...all hail Mike Tomlin. But that “cat” thing from Hollywood, though. Bahahaha.

If you say DTS too many times it sounds like something else, and I don’t ever EVER want to associate it with Drumpf.

Are we related? Agree with all, except The Night Of, which I watched in real time and was captivated. The rest? Meh.

Parm = parmesan = dairy = cow abuse = not on the vegan menu of air and bug-free dirt. Also pocket lint, if it’s locally sourced.

I was anticipating a Sarah Palin seizure wherein she says he listens to “All the music. All of it.” Or a Gary Johnson meltdown where she stares into the middle distance for an uncomfortable amount of time, then says, “Carrot.”

I initially thought you were going to say Bea Arthur and I was going to have to fuck you up. Crisis averted. Carry on.

Good analogy. The number of arson fires which are set by firefighters gives me pause.

Relax. The Nordic Ware factory is located in the Minneapolis suburb fondly known as St. Jewish Park. Shalom.

Bambi’s mother doesn’t have antlers unless she’s got a testosterone issue, and porchetta is bullshit. I made one (Minnesota Iron Range, not Cran-fucking-bury) in 1990, and those ‘aromatics’ haunted me and my bathroom for days. It’s ever after known as pork regretta, no matter the price.

I’m appalled that any plastic surgeon would acquiesce to her requests. Fuck Hippocrates, I guess.

You better like the Sorels you buy, because they will last for 15 years or more, with regular changes of liner.

I suppose they’re ‘all-weather.’ I’ll freely confess to being a woman who goes to the local shop and asks for new tires. The last time I did, I blew a tire through a combination of extreme cold (-18) and black ice causing me to slide not-so-gently into a curb. Frankly, I’m getting too old for this shit.

Congratulations, and welcome to the Great White North. Our local deity, Prince, said he liked Minnesota because the weather keeps the riff raff out. I’m lobbying for one of these banners at MSP airport; Grand Forks needs one, too.

As the mother of TWO 20-something ‘millennials,’ I get it. Y’all were raised by my generation to be self-obsessed navel-gazers. Not all of you, but a large enough portion that you get painted with that brush. Pistachio girl is this week’s standard bearer, and you have my sympathy.