Honestly, why bother putting it on a stick? One bite and it'll fall off the stick, and where's the fun in that?

What? No love for Pong? I'll have you whippersnappers know that some of us have been gaming since the 70s.

Carol Robbins, my 10th grade English teacher, told me I should be a writer. I was a kid who got teased a lot about my funny accent (I'd recently moved to the South from the Midwest), I loved writing because it was a safe way to express myself. Eventually, I did become a journalist and later a broadcaster, but I probably wouldn't have seriously considered going that route had she not given me genuine encouragement. I still love to write, and have hopes that I can get into technical writing someday. So, Ms. Robbins, thank you. Honestly.

Aww, yes! The ultimate efficiency!

This isn't the first I've heard about cannibalism during the early attempts at colonization in what eventually became the US. It seems the corporations who were intent on making money from this new land sent too many executives and not enough "blue collar types" who actually had the skills to survive. American history isn't always pretty, but is it fascinating.

"I'm bored" = "I'm not being sufficiently entertained."

"The best part of wakin' up is Folgers in yer butt..."

I'm gonna guess this guy doesn't have any cats.

As a college student who takes a online courses -- and has a ridiculously affectionate (needy) cat -- I can totally understand the reasoning behind that job posting.

And how much of that 10 liters went into the trainer's tummy for "medicinal purposes?"

It's adorable when they try to do that when they're all grown up, too.

For an Irish accent, say "Oil. Beef. Hooked." But not around the kids.