Is there a name for the feeling that washes over you when you're crawling along in 5 lanes of traffic, just crossing the Maryland border, and it dawns on you that you should have stopped for cheap gas in Virginia? Yeah, well, there should be.
Do you know anyone else who goes shopping online with the intent of purchasing a sand filled Bosu ball and winds up in a hardcore cut-throat auction battle royale for a used, 30 year old, T-shirt?
Why is The Clapper a seasonal item? Do old folks not need to turn on/off the lights during the more tepid months?
Is the viewer discretion advisory really necessary before the midnight showing of Law and Order, Special Victims unit?
Which is worse?: