And when she turns the tables and has you confidently believing the Macarena derives from raqs sharqi the O. Henry story will be complete.

They are definitely adjacent to “poor thing was dickmatized” because otherwise she had full agency and autonomy to, you know, not.

Racing for the patent office to trademark “lady minute.”

Sherbet punch! That is a name I haven’t heard in a very long time…

Mama is manifesting?

So, you’re saying his religious trajectory is ever bigger hats.

Mom, the spiders are fighting.

Yes! I have a tiny niece who is easily bribed with steak and I launder my assnormous meat orders through her. “Cup of soup for me, Alemke will have the Farmhouse Family Platter with a pork loin side.”

Can he be in a breezy relationship with lady lawyer Decorum Dixon?

Fine, a very Seattle Salute to Bikini Baristas it is then.

It’s the philosophy-ey parts of Star Wars without the saving grace of Yoda-speak.

When I was in middle school Shelley DiCristofaro used to sock me in the arm every day and I’d forgotten until my shingles shots, which produced the same wince of pain. It was fine! A bit feverish afterwards as well but I adore cosplaying as Beth from “Little Women” on the couch for a day.

You wanna see Hollywood having its Southern Gothic cake and eat it too (uphold the Hays Code), treat yourself to a little slice of bowdlerized rum baba called “Sweet Bird of Youth.”

At least you recognize the eternal hotness that is Burl Ives as Big Daddy, although you callously disregard the eternal hilarious quote pool that is the Mendacity throughline.