A sly new line of attack in the War on Christmas.

24 years ago tonight I was pulling an all-nighter at my IT job because the world was going to end when the clock struck midnight. In hindsight, man that would have been nice.

A key point missing in a lot of post debate analysis is that Trump’s claim about immigrants eating pets almost perfectly syncs up to the piano in the Peanuts theme song.

It only takes a few seconds to carefully separate the lime Jell-O from the mashed potatoes. But this extra step makes for a happier funeral luncheon experience.

Communion Buns.

This is horrible. The only solution I can think of is to do pull-ups in an airport.