What’s the deal with egg nog? I know what egg is, but what the hell is “nog?”
Why is it when you’re running really late for work that you get stuck behind an elderly, obnoxiously slow-driving jerkass with a handicapped plate?
And speaking of the elderly, why are these pious posers always in the front row of the church grasping their Rosary beads and chanting their prayers, but when a two-year old child sits in front of them, they throw a hissy fit and shoot the parents rude looks? Nice Christian ideals, jerks!
Which is more yummy: Martina McBride or the ice cream?
Oh, and is anyone still giving Prison Break Central a pity-read? There's another new post there, courtesy of yours truly.
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