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Dear Friends: You’re Really Not Dear
Pretty funny example, Visduh. Hard to believe the convention was so common that he'd use the closing on such a letter without noticing the irony. It's so meaningless we just ignore it.— March 11, 2011 11:04 a.m.
Gray Hairs, Looking at People, Belly Buttons
I don't think it's common for most people to realize that they do read lips while they think they're just listening with their ears. They do it but aren't aware they are. Lip reading by the deaf is something else entirely.— February 21, 2011 1:43 p.m.
Knuckle-Cracking, Dog Saliva
Well said, Jayallen. Sidekick Rick has always been a big part of the Alice family and a very talented dude, indeed. Those not in the know, check out his web site and consider his series of illustrated novels. He's done work for lots of pubs, including the New York Times. Thanks for your shout-out, Jay.— January 25, 2011 11:46 a.m.
Horse Sleep, Flatulent Vapor, Prison Life for Disabled
@Founder -- Thanks for all your creativity. I love your talent and (something that rhymes with creativity)— November 10, 2010 2:21 p.m.
Horse Sleep, Flatulent Vapor, Prison Life for Disabled
Whoa, Mindy! Pretty dangerous situation, I'd say. Glad you're back in tip-top shape. Nothing worse than that abandoned feeling when you're sick and nervous. I'm sure "Bedside Manner" is a class no longer offered in med schools. Is this what they mean when they encourage patients to get involved in their own care -- fill in the big gaps created when doctors/nurses aren't around or don't respond to patient requests?— November 10, 2010 2:17 p.m.
Horse Sleep, Flatulent Vapor, Prison Life for Disabled
@Mindy: Glad to have your sensible commentary back on the thread. I'm a professional know-it-all, but to tell you the truth, I don't much like that particular pose. i try to laugh at myself/encyclopedic knowledge/I'm-right-therefore-you-must-be-wrong/all that kind of stuff. I hope I never disrespected you or anyone else, unless I tweaked such a boneheaded comment that anyone would have leaped on it. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Please feel free to shred me, if I'm kidding myself.— November 5, 2010 12:35 p.m.
Horse Sleep, Flatulent Vapor, Prison Life for Disabled
Fart lighting (a public service notice from your friend Matt). The lightable gasses in a fart are methane, hydrogen, and hydrogen sulfide. We each produce our own blend, so we vary in lightability. Fart across an open flame like a candle. Have on hand water to extinguish the clothing that catches on fire and burn salve for your anus and butt cheeks that will probably get singed in the process. This is a true thing.— November 3, 2010 11:46 a.m.
Horse Sleep, Flatulent Vapor, Prison Life for Disabled
Mindy? Hey, Mindy. Grandma asks, apple or cherry?— November 3, 2010 11:37 a.m.
Horse Sleep, Flatulent Vapor, Prison Life for Disabled
Oh,no Mindy! Don't go! We need you! This Mindy-Refried thing has to stop. We're scaring away the customers. Pleeeeeeeese stay, Mindy. Grandma will bake you your own special pie.....— November 2, 2010 12:21 p.m.
Country-Western Music Brings Sadness? Outhouses with Crescent Moon Windows
No household needs MORE country music. We all need less, do you hear me, LESS! Glad I got that one off my chest...— October 1, 2010 11:01 a.m.