Oh my god the 1-800-411-PAIN jinngles are amazing. One of them is based on Da Dip!
People sometimes do call Jessica out for being involved in too many murders! The episode where she's a witness in a Canadian murder trial and the lawyer or barrister or whatever implies that she comes from a family of homicidal maniacs because five of her nieces and nephews had been arrested for murder that year comes to mind.
My 62-year old trucker father is a big bubblegum vodka fan. Also, he's a big fan of latter-day Cher. Which is similar.
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On My Waterloo
I forgot you can't link in Hairpin comments. But this is important.
On My Waterloo
This museum is going to be second best to none!
On Oh, Jewel
Awwww, I clicked on this hoping it was going to be some kind of lyrical re-evaluation of "Pieces Of You."
Oh man, I had the huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugest crush on Dr. Drew in the nineties. And even though I'm not a teenager anymore I still develop crushes pretty constantly on guys 20 years older than me, give or take.
I tried making Turkish delight once, as a teenager, and got basically the same results, but I thought it was because the recipe I had required a candy thermometer and all my mom had was a meat thermometer and meat totally skeeved me out and so I tried to guess when the right temperature was. But I guess it might be kind of dumb to make yourself no matter what.
Oh, Lord, New Plimoth. Soooooo many field trips. Or, okay, like three. At least one of which involved my friend crying--crying!--because he couldn't convince me that the re-enactors kept TVs hidden in their houses.