I can think of one name stupider than JoyceLynn, but her parents already used it on her brother.

What will they call this new science of what people think about things? Psychography? Psychelology? There must be something simpler!

Alas, poor Yaz. I know him, Horatio. He's taking it very well, clever man that he is.

The sound effects and the feel of the game make you forget you're playing, in effect, a game of chance.

Oh dear lord, you aren’t even kidding about the club.

Thank god H&M has low-cut sun dresses in my size.

D Parker: I dunno if it’s prudish so much as “Dear god I didn’t want that near my food.”

Where’s Shelbyville?

We’ve got a perfume vending machine at the Westfield in SF.

And now my new roommate knows that I practice safe sex. Thanks, Computer Speakers Left On Maximum!

Saget was right to take offense. These weren’t like the innocent jokes he made about molesting his infant daughter. You crossed the line, Gottfried!